Just a thought or a myth
Seen too much sky
A mean is to come down and live
A thought is conceived
Only afterthoughts are obliged
The exception to the rule
12 inches hollowed down
1 inch between a thumb and a seam
Creation of a weave
Invention of a mind
Drifting to the sun
But a heart frozen in ice
No need to think twice
The question is the answer
But the answer is the way you live life
No rules or exceptions
Can’t keep up with counting the blessings
What bothers the mind is in the dark
Never to be tampered with
Said she can’t stay here
Maybe she couldn’t see clear
She tested me with the time
Just to see my mind to be not of here
So aloft is the sailor
Sailing through a fine line
A fine understanding that just can’t come
No motive
No catching fake
All truth takes break
Battered down for the making of a great
Until the sky opens up
Until fate comes undone
World in a hand
Trigger finger only to know numb
Empty
