Stop with the self denial,
And the thrashing at your own spirit;
You're near it but can't see,
I'm not that good a man
As you think of me.
I have wandered, head and heart,
When I thought the chips were down
And I could tell you were sad and blue.
I might not be the man
You think you knew.
I've survived in this life
By cutting through it
Like a knife. Heart of the matter;
I found it out quick,
And people are all the same, some ways...
Yeah, you see. And that is all
Just mostly some of me.
You know much, but darker curtains
Skirt the much of stuff
I haven't shown the world.
It's mine, blessed and wicked.

Favor takes all kind of help.
Dusty jar upon a shelf,
Slide into a palm receptive to embrace.
But oh so quiet and sad;
Afraid to give too much and
Be devoured by the change.
Can't shake the past,
Don't want to.
But it lingers like a finger
Rapping table top anticipation
To what ends the eve will allow...

Kids.
So esteemed.
Caught in something.
It was big.
Tough pardon;
Evaporate.