a mathematical casualty
born amid the multiplying fears
that spring off my decisions
a fools' errant is contagious
preordained is a matter that layouts beautifully
just as sure as the sundown making up the soul
the very composition of the shattered dreams I chased down
memory lane, display the faces I blur out, sustain the division of changing
one individual amongst the crowd, my voice had to harp away, gagged up
barely.
adds up that I left before they got given the chance
if I ever so meant so much to them, I am now what can be heard
an echo of can, do, better now attitude and a polished set of shoes marching
under that sundown, that we presently share the same sky sickens me.
the hate has come to mellow and yet my disease mutates just the same
the starting point split through the root
a moment to trust, uphold the truth
my sense of love has humor
the starting point chopped by high heavens
fixated by acceptance, amen.
I do not know this people that well
been cruising by the good times
blurry memories shine brighter
when we praise loved ones on their birthday?
as my silence echoes in my chambers,
the mind hemorrhages amid coping, hoping
the fading breaths of yesterday were a mistake
in what a torn state does sleep birth us
miles away, accepting humanity bonds
and they too do feel at times this weight,
the very same name.
