How many stories in your well
Is it deep from heaven to hell
Are there ones you just can't tell

Oh ...well of mine

Was your path straight an true
Was direction easy for you
Was the sun shining never blue

Easy to define....

I've walked the path of treachery
Stupidity walked right beside me
Where a thought was 'sposed to be

But not to refine...

I've sat of the fence of identity
Looked both sides to set me free
But never did i jump ...reality

'Twas not my time...

I've been painted by a different brush
My place here not to rush
Exposure of all would be too much

'Tis but a rhyme

On my journey to the end
Knowledge of such i would befriend
Before funeral pyres they do send

My soul to resign...