real

listen to me,
this is a
story of
miracle,
principle,
dis-ease..
it is growing,
the knowing that i have
gone
way too far
in the wrong direction
the intention was a vacation
to placate the making
of a mess.
at best,
i have covered in mud
the answer to the
question
that i wanted to run from..
one april shower,
and it comes up in flowers
it's still there.
who cares,
even about that.
as i come up to bat
i notice the curve ball
and every
day
i get the very same
pitch
scratch the very
same
itch
and it's never satisfied

someone's heart lied

this is a
story of
miracle,
principle,
dis-ease.
please...
find me breathless
answer my real pleas