Making my way With paper and waves. So much to say And even more in the way. Controlling my days.

Egg shells, on edge, on the ledge So many trains barreling through m… As the clock ticks on Mine, is out of time. Remedies flood my brain

Public enemy number one. Everywhere I go someone tries to… Sit here, do this, don’t do that,… Critque how I live, my choices an… But sit and line up to watch me ev…

When they dont hear you... Must be another Twist– in the sick game. Know it all cocks the parrot back Before– he takes his aim.

When I tap in My body feels fear. Sensations like these Must be some sort of sin and I can’t hide my grin.

Guidance all around me Love at each misstep The Ones who have been saving me When I have nothing left. ~Ruby L.S.~

To keep a simple thought straight.… My, would that be great. Yet my mind weaves like a basket. Pull a strand and seal my fate. But I like it.

Fate is coming for you. It’s right outside your door. Everything you thought you wanted and then a little more. Take your time. Be patient.

‘Can I smoke this pain away?’ She asked one summer’s day ‘The comfort that I get’ she says takes me to another place Away from this cold world

Some seem to have a physical mento… While mine is a bit more abstract. As sense comes to mind, Seeing the signs I realize it’s not clarity that I…

It’s almost as if by design. Obliviously walking the line. Am I the only One seeing the sign… Revelations to blow the mind. The Ocean is tired of our ways.