Past

Grind Grind oh mind, and hear the restless breath. Experience the impatient eye wanting all and yet preserving its fate. What and why? Bewildered at what your mind may state. Some hands are pure. Some care but so very long in time. Worn and faint, for the impertinence of the inflictor is unveiled. A striped searched soul shouts "This is not so!" To find one is cursed with a tender heart and pure hands, only to have been waisted on the folly of wickedness, So late. Realize only true desire satisfaction hindered is anguished for the lacking. Either way there is a penance to pay While in the troubled water of ones mind and discontent I see no Try Sail but me. So ...you did not think, nether did your fail. Past, you're over Celebrate now ! Postpone now you're agony of things no longer real. You have waken from a long sleep. Yawn, stretch, arise, the promise of love to yourself please keep. And into your future take a leap