HINDSIGHT#48: How much…?

Well damn it! How much will it take to break as it bend, the blend of love and hate fills at a fast rate, how much can one take, for goodness sake, fall to pretend, not crying a river, just crying a lake, can’t make nobody be anywhere they don’t want to be, feel free to try but trying with no results you seek a little too late, when will it end, back then it may been fun, now on a chase of puns keeps you without a piece of mind, vail over your eyes making you completely blind. A notion of fighting for something that’s not there, clinging on to memories of scathing care, which is too much to bare, stuck in the present past, passing in the here nor there, sharing pain in amidst the maintain to what’s changed, which is commonly rearranged to a damaged psyche, borderline deranged fighting for some energy. How much can a soul take before being self destructed? How much can the heart take while it’s being reconstructed! How much does it cost for a piece of mind. How much will it take to realize the facts that light lost it’s shine? How much will one take to stop the madness. Stop the self saddness in pursuit of what is past tense. How much time it takes to move on stronger, waiting on the born day to finally see truth, proof is in the action like going out in a 180 year old skin suit. Be a rare strand and move forward as a strong woman or man and live life to the fullest, rather tacky or grand…

The Urban Psalmist