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Bumping into facts

That opened my eyes

Denials shades

Cracked at my feet

As the intro to truth

I did not want to meet

Shook my hands with an icy grip

So Frozen solid it began to stick

Until I slipped back

Into my bag of tricks

Keeping me from facing

And bracing these licks

Sometimes revelation

Feels like the lash of whips

I see, but I do not want to know

I hear but I do not want to care



My perfect portrait of your view

Framed with innocence, baby blue

Has toppled its tower, fallen apart,

You have recklessly broken my heart

Still wearing those old cracked around  

Have convinced you that

I am blind and planted in your ground

So you continue, as if nothing is wrong

Singing your old whine and grind song

Working me into the melody of the throng

That help to push me forcefully along



Breaking your flow of influence

I now walk and talk with common sense

I massage my mind with god’s word and presence

Relieved from the knots and bolts that made me tense

Just being me without your shadow and pretence

I am discovering my self again

I am uncovering my hidden self to rain

The wind blows through my hair

Without a care or thought of fear

Whistling with the breeze as light as air

Rolling with the rapids with force and might

I thank the almighty for giving me true sight.

I forgive you for your indiscretions of night

I forgive you with grace and mercy of light

Adieu, I must move on and take my flight.