Omniscient thoughts are clouding up my brain
I count my hands for all the seconds lost.
A fresh start comes with every newer day
the older ones forget about the costs.
Before I knew my dues were all they want,
like voodoo pins lain in my searing back.
The ink was useless as it always blots
observing that I questioned what I had
a trust in basis where there's lack of feeling
the answer held with solid staining marks.
I heard of men that still walk worlds so freely
my average self is just a simple bard.
I still keep all possessions held in close
her face so warm still passes slow
