In
Abstract Expression
The
melancholy cloud drops like a cloak
An
intangible that’s a yoke
Time
stretches until it’s broke
See
everything in the hue of an orphan, the hardest poke
I look
back to see pater, but that’s imagination
I
remember mater until she was taken
Trial and
error life is where you make your own way
And
family means enemy at play
So all’s
then never thought of again
And
strange isn’t that I’m one as opposed to ten
Then one
day I feel the narrowness
That the
world hasn’t moved beyond primitiveness
Nobody’s
immune to wanting close souls
But now
there’s the mind brake and unknown
I can’t
and don’t know how, I’m strewn
They look
and say you play a funny tune
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