Thinking

If I were To walk the edge of the moon and bark like a loon Or be angry at the blazing day and shun the night as I lay; I would feel glory so sincere for what I revere reverencial fear from bullets of thoughts so clear Amidst the wasted youth of candy coated truth Lies the callous disregard of the heinous and marred bloodied and scarred But I maintain Strain to maintain on an sland of insane... Then I awoke..as if a stranger spoke~ Shalom