Lost in thought
Moment of time pass on .
Following nothing put what lies ahead .
Troubled by nothing but the luster beast I carry
Empty core with a past I can’t bury .
Setting as the full moon rose to thing of things before and thing to come to pass .
Wondering "For what is the point of building if it can’t stand to last .
Still moments of time pass on .
not worried bout the choices I made or the trouble I’m in
The beast of the crossroads appears before me .
Hello old friend . Shall we begin?
(2015)
