in the restless jungles of dreams

Sins of the father
Blood of the mother
Am I not the lucky one?
Caught in the middle
Of a fate woven
Warp of truth dispelled,
Weft of wrath compelled


Open ended sentences
Left lying in the dirt
Crystal shaded emerald eyes
Left buried in the sand
Ended ancient memories
Left burning in the veins
Of those certain seldom rhapsodies,
That only sing of pain


If I could judge the distance
Then I might make the leap
The one that throws my mind out
And gives to my soul lease
I could filter my eyes
So that all I see is sky
The one that hesitates too long
And lets my insecurities by


They tried to warn me
But I wouldn’t take heed
The lies that were planted
Have already taken seed
Watched as I tore away
From the reckless arms of truth
Laying comfortable down
On rock bottom