- October 8, 2008 – 5:38
- Posted in prose

I am divided into pieces of my history
behind the corners of lost memories
Where i roam is without a home
Where I’ll end up is a mystery
So don’t speak my name, i won’t respond
Play the game until I’m gone
Life and death lies in the power of the tongue
Words can touch things that are unseen
Is what a powerful deity tells us
and God is never wrong.
Carelessness can move a person in ways they’re not meant to go
I’m sorry you said some things that meant more
I’m sorry you hurt me and don’t know
Now I’m running from you as fast as I can
Now I’m fumbling through life and I’m tired again
I don’t know where I will go
I don’t know why I love you so.