I walk with my heart, soul, and mind lost in
translation forgiving all that has become of me.
My clueless bile's of self-destruction, the many
troubled acts I came to deny. The recklessness
of life in altered roads, I chose defiant wariness
of diligent cause yet I empower self to believe
otherwise. The deep dark secrets I hold are a
disgrace in the blood the seeps through my body,
my mind a fiction to reality and my soul captive
by meaningless charades. I walk in dark shadows,
I stare in cynic contributors and heed to
helplessness in shallow corners. The many
fibs of untold lies lye beneath me with
dishonored carelessness and though I may be
lost I forgive myself for not knowing, knowing truth
within self in all aspects. To be whole is searching
for the purity of ones soul and to never look back feeling lost,
lost in translation...


 
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