As I ponder where to be, Uncontrollable thoughts encompass me. Where I've been and where I stand, change me like wind on sand. I think of many days gone by, and how I long to here Her cry. Sobbing tears of love and doubt, with all these sheep that are about. Not sheep as viewed by man, but those that flow across the land, Without a dream or concentric thought, Wearing things that they have bought.
False happiness flows through their heart.
True emotion, thought, moved too dark. With a prayer in due time, belief in forgiveness is their crime. Disbelief in powers that be, will show the true depth of you, and me. As we adventure to impress people and better our standing, we lose track of who we are by enveloping ourselves into others. So this brings about the thought that maybe there is not any being who is truly themselves, but in fact everyone is an accumulation of many others, who in turn were the same.