I ask
what does my heart say?
While I walk this way
to the end of my lies
I ask
What does my heart say?
While I breathe this hazy dust
and drink lustily of the tepid collective
koolaid of a billion dollar
illusion
I ask
What does my heart say?
My heart says
liars, pimps and
child welfare groupies
leaves me cold and stuck
not giving a fuck.
Yet I have learned
not to yield to what I feel
when neutral silence
is safer then violence.
Along the way I stop
to pray and all my illnesses
fall away.
While my eyes do see
I shall not know
all I can do is hope.
