Soulless Whisper Trespassing on Rented Mind Burdening Dusty Thoughts well Withered from Time Physical Knowledge Follow, Onward Align Revolution Marching Convenient Design My soul, mere grapes in that expensive wine Hung jury between the verdict and the crime A highway for miles looking for a sign Your favorite restaurant, with no room to dine The flat surface with such a marvelous steep incline An heir to the world that was never mine Placing a flag on a mountain I never did climb Writing on the casket, “everything is fine” Stumbling through traffic as I lead my blind Right out in the front….behind Again and maybe more so the grapes that fell from the vine
