The Builder

The Builder If it does not bite you at the end of each breath, Then I will start again and again And I will rewrite it, all over again. Do it all again; pretend we are friends. I never claimed to believe in anything ‘real’. These lips are sealed to forever lovers. I wish I had never gone undercover. In my happy disguise, I find truth within eyes. I fixate on the page, the place, the way And someday I will find a place where I can truly say, ‘I love you’, and mean it; But this is neither the time, nor the day. I have dagger eyes upon me. Always waiting for a new surprise. They are hoping for a slip of the tongue; Waiting for me to mention drugs, Waiting with the desert dogs, But I have nothing more to say, About what I have, or have not done. You pick your truth as I live in peace, With decisions I have made. I made no choice, for I have no choice. Some might say I lead the way; Some might say, All things are already set in stone. Rock steady is the path I walk along. Destiny is self-assured, For I have never found a cure, To all the hurt in my own world, So I will never reach a day, Where I no longer need to build. (C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.