For me unknown the truth is my laugh missed?
my head would tinge inside the sparing walls.
Persistence stepped from what the truth insists
not stopped or hinged to make a proper fault.
so bothered, spent the time to pass what's seen
and Morbid wakes my coffin's weary board.
Admired the birds will sing asleep in trees
as last night's dreams were this night's promise sworn
Creating art was not so simply done
like floating by on top of swirling clouds.
The crowd bites off the times of change to come
they stare upon the mark I left in bounds.
My laughter's breath in death will go to show,
the few I've met and few I've come to know.
