Words blitzes reason sum excused in detour past.. trifle rifles quickly.. acts like something that may last.. Underestimated things expected never seen.. realization lost sometimes makes folks kind of mean..
hear them ‘disappointed in me? Ha Ha got to you.. time came pride inside you react to nothing.. stuck like glue.. round and round in thought and sound you render plan and blame.. satisfy your dream until you scream ‘it’s all the same’..
wino down by Nickel St. works nails with a file.. sees those map in hand get lost.. complaining with a smile..
nothing to lose.. nothing wanted true senses in kind.. a fool’s game has just one name.. ‘justify your mind’.. just a little easy.. each path has a start..
never take a detour speak you from the heart..
Thought.. ‘When something created is stated it many times becomes what is thought true and is not. The justification.. many times blatant excuse.. takes some of your time in life.. when it takes more than what is true.. when what is true is what you feel.. it is wrong.. it is counterproductive. The beggar has nothing material.. yet he has himself.. he is free of judgment in petty criticism.. it may be all that is available.. for a unique path is known only to the walker’.. Peace Tony