What do you call it
Mastery disguised as awkward
Defiance wrapped in a silent blanket
Soaked with gasoline
It seems the world has need for a trail
And it burns within his eyes
To find truth
within the tangle of lies
Sometimes
the charcoal colored sky
Wrought with mankind’s pain
Gives way to spectacular sun
Other times
the sky strangles light
And the world feels a drop blood
It knows
time is no longer our friend
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Recovering My Mind: Poetry and Rock Music 