The truth settles in
the back of your throat,
As you stir the pot
and see how high it goes,
No reservation,
no need to stop,
Going forward,
not looking back,
Settled,
Unsettled,
not even sure,
pacing on glass eggshells,
As crystal sands cut the souls…
Reflections of
deception,
As they stare into
each other’s eyes,
Better lives are a
mirror’s lie,
Wanting that which is
never there,
Ultimate fulfillment
is only in the hereafter,
Craving more after
having it all,
Crawling back up
after such a great fall,
Learning to live,
Living to learn,
Pacing on glass eggshells,
As crystal sands cut
the souls.
