The Ledger

These are dark times Ripe for some from the heart rhymes Here’s mine, heartbreaking like the prison pipeline It’s fight time, late news if you’re just now seeing the clues A REMINDER for those who I am passionately speaking to We can do anything we truly strive for We live through some hard times, fighting these mind wars I find FLAWS in self then I alter my views Like water; fuse with any state you could possibly choose This is my BLUES, anxiety is eating time more I REFUSE to walk this world hindered by blinders Keepers or finders, resulting in a plus or a minus I trust I’m the finest person I could be in this moment No question, my kindness known to be my prime opponent This rhyme, I wrote it thinking of my FINAL moment That time I don’t know it, you see, death doesn’t need a motive I need to focus, third wiseman, he’s devoted (a poet) The seed I’ll sow it, to see the mysteries decoded My needs compulsive, passion as vast as an ocean My love explosive, balanced doses of pure emotion Here’s to hoping, we can pick up our pieces together This is a letter…. whiting out the red in the ledger Whiting out the red in ledger Yeah, writing what you read in the letter