The Expansive Unknown

MY feet are wasted I have relived myselfUpon them //in powder-blue all my gross innocence pulls back the dreams of my youthful days My youthful dreams that I knew Close the crypt upon the somber skies And the Book of My Life have many torn pages I threw away just pulp scars of living; actually all by the power of love fallen so it's me I'm writing of You can take me to a place called hell -- I have a hate hanging on it's wall So then, my expansive unknown always be! That we all can dream a dream and eventually meet the day //we try to excuse all our regrets while love ones lament on such a beautiful day. :: ~ ::