inner turmoil flooding,
breaking the confidence now shaken in the blinded sight of a mistaken exchange,
I know the name...yet it escapes me finding that small piece in which it can find refuge,
because I refused to give permanent residence to the ruiner of such happy homes as a good man once said "that's how you end up old and alone"...
and I heed those words, can't afford to look at that too hard, I will find what I'm looking for in infinity, AND beyond, for what you "see" is truly what you get,
but not what you want.
How you can walk yourself out of your desire is beyond insanity,
for just to have faith in me is all that he's asking me...
that now, is a vision that must be achieved...