with my words

I'll build a house for you and I

we will live there together

alone and surrealize

do we just exist?

and does love persist?

the questions of purpose

and loving of destiny

our conquest for bliss is

as much hit or miss

as it is skimming

the fat off our beliefs



I walk around blindfolded

Talk

I'm not listening

I read through a thousand books

But

I forgot everything



If grace knows my name

Then I am to blame

Constantly spreading

My fear and my shame

The story exists

It's an option that ticks

But still my tongue

Cannot be trusted

It's so poetic

Like a black widow's kiss

Trembling as my muscles give...



I walk around blindfolded

Talk

I'm not listening

I read through a thousand books

But

Forgot everything



I found out the proof itself

Was

Not foolproof

And I leave my mind daily

But

You never see me move