If you believe in nothing then it's always something
between you and your goal, grabbing and taking hold
in the empty spot where your soul once resided...
You cannot hide empty eyes that look upon the world
despising the faults they possess seen in others ,
the saving grace they do not
What to do about fervor lost,
wherever do you turn until it returns?
Sometimes all it takes is someone else's belief in you
It's a relief to know you still exist on another's plane
and trains of thought and in precious memories bought dearly,
nearly lost to tide and time brought back resurrected, ethereal, sublime
like a cloud changing shape with the wind
giving you visions and images again and again
running the gamut, taking a gambit
live is lived once as far as i know
you might as well try to enjoy it...
(11-18-10)
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