Projecting
Go softly
tread gently
least anyone react
too unruly
Here is the house
in name only,
for an empty shell
seems a better fit
Still feel eighteen
gangly, spiteful wit
amounting to nothing more
then a mouthful of spit
Maybe this path is latent
surely intended to go
on to something better,
ended up lost in some fold
Not looking back
on what saturated this life
it only molded and shaped,
reaching for unfathomable heights
Now feeling empty
with some open road ahead
homeless dreamer
fearfully lost in unknown dread
Seasons change
people are strange
wrecking relationships,
bad feelings projecting
mathiasthom
written 6/2/11
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