Torture Within

There is a dividing line between the chasm fault Some are eager & content to appear righteous yet They are only fooling themselves through a dance One in twain marked on its blotted page yet fully intact Working too hard can give anyone a heart attack Lines have been drawn in the sand When will we ever understand? The visible from the invisible yet now were caught in the middle Some our eager and content in playin second fiddle? Clearer heads have prevailed yet There is still known torture from within my friend One will take the time out to listen A sign of grace spread out upon a peyton place Circumstances all for second glances? Yet the heart from within will surface again Fought back the tears with a smile still to know all the great while A pen on a paper a stereo to caper Me & Eric b & a nice cool plate of fish Sorry to have missed its waiting bliss In agony we will begin to see A misfortune to a heightened reality as a key Soaring ever higher then ever before reaching great heights Shattered fragments on the pavement floor Some are eager & caught in vice perhaps another chance or a roll of the dice?