Speak Your Mind

I am he who would so retire from this affair.

Even though 'tis not the glamour I would suppose, but it is the reason that provokes.

Say nay and be on your way. Stop breathing down my back and speak your peace.

Give shallow waters to those who cannot swim.

But the open sea, that, was always there for me.

Stride... make your road, fall upon your face and eat your words.

I will not listen, and I wish I would not care more.

It is my burden, you are my maker. Alas, you've become nothing less than a child once again.

And I?

I lie here tempering my troubled soul, one which needs so much more work...