Wednesday, February 3, 2010

The man who wanted to be found

Eyes crooked
Feelings vented from the windows uncovered
Trusted, guided, and comforted
But I'm hated, because it's all tainted

   Should have never flirted, and I would have never lost my grounding.
All of the aching and heart breaking;
Wait, I'm dazing, drowning, dwelling, drowsing, flying;
Now I'm doubting, because there's no more guarding

   Finally free, where I'm supposed to be;
Breezy and carefree
No one watching closely;
Because they're all praying the rosary

- Mike Cooper

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