The morning sun found me
Without the touch
Of your hand

A wish is
A wish

I bow my head
And smile

Have I played
The fool?

Perhaps I was never
Who I thought
I was

She cannot read
My mind

And my spirit is
Alien to the land
Of the living

I should have
Guessed

It was in the cards
From the
Beginning

The ace is high
And the contellations
Will never yield more
Than the market
Will bare

I suppose I was bought
For a price

But I still reside in
My cocoon of
Benevolence

Waiting on love

On truth

I'm still a child finger
Painting on stars
Too deep for me
To fathom

Yet I bless the spirit
Of life in the
Mosaic of
My confusion

My words come to
Me by the light
Of the path that
Guides my feet

I extend my hand
That you may
Walk with me

My love...

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