About Years
About a year
to clear out the fear
of lying
down under the resounding thunder
About time
that I see the crimes
or find the time
to think
About time
I have seen the dream
and felt the pelt
of half wit help and fall down
gravitational pull
the wool over the eyes
and fall down lies
about time to stop the lies
About time to see the tears
ripped without peers
and flapping like listenings
that belong to queers
About hope
I don't mesh with rope
or grope for slopes
that take me down
Around time
I saw the lines
that fled through shrines
and didn't believe
that in time
I might be fine
Copyright © Matt Flint | Year Posted 2005
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