as i stand in the crowd, too many feet for my mind to wander
though still my thoughts a ponder on every movement upon the yonder
unconditional love i breathe, life i feed to the trees my faithful family indeed
distract of thought the tact i know naught the birds upon the perch look down upon the earth and a free comentator for all indeed
tension taught and i am humble as an appreciative stray in company whom stole away
of once an owners dealings abusive torment, a loose installment
now i hold my truth firm and steady at the ready for LOVE is what we need
no arguments there, though the cold stare that follows my rear
looks for my fear i shall untie you not god forgive your plot
your just a dot, being taken to with a crayon
my thoughts a clay i pray on, the art i lean on for the free ones to be one
i once survived a packet of noodles for the pokies i played on
of which i shall never forgive... i will continue to pay on untill
my guilt is laughable by the customised rubbish truck and a ferderal offence
skipping to a godly tune as i jump the fence were to next how to cope with
repentance...fast in my way i seek a righteous path harness my love in crafting everlasting
a passionate order for which i shall show no quarter the eternal truthes as my mast
the winds gentle touch tempts my memory still a vicous ill gale my face honored by both
my sails dirction never stale
a protective passer by whom guards from afar my instinct a mailed link to my thinks
i should act on auto patrol ready for the role with my cape and stick held like a childs play
i was mild back in the day now im engauged in a stage that calls for not sage or any of the like unless were rennovating
or debating a clear mind too many signs and an unequal findings always encroaching and toasting by bread burnt
lessons learnt and now im no longer concerned
cause im just standing in line...or should i be...