Composed 8/4/13
Description: I find myself living this way too often.
Hide within the clouds you wear
Slip into the cracks of air
Don’t observe, just miss the stares
As you stroll the streets of life
Drown within the mist’s routine
Blur the things you may have seen
Obsess inside the fantasy
To miss life’s throwing knives
Wade among the dirt and muck
Lie with each determined strut
Live inside yourself and rut
A path in dusty earth
Do not touch the things that break
Or puncture clouds that keep you safe
Avoid the things that could awake
The question of your worth
Scraps of Paper 