A door ajar theyve been again not taking only leaving always leaving i feel thier presence the footprints the changes made and yet it all appears the same
These thieves of my soul the abducters of my bliss from where they arise i know little but from whence they came i see thier trail
masked by the untruths invisible to all except me these ornaments that dwell and shape my world i ask for peace to be left, to desire but only the meaning
go steal i say take what i have i want not to need or need not to want your spoils gleam and the atrraction is great yet my clarity sees the game being played
i close the door but i have no key the lock stays open they will return ready to leave more but i will wait knowing whatever is left is but a wisp of thought ready to blown away.
Intruders
Posted - Feb 03 2015 : 4:45:19 PM
