Asleep amidst the billowed fog, an ever growing sea
Of lies and words to ease all pain, but let the pain just be
If truth is told in whispered tones, please closer to my ear
It's only truth I wish to speak, all I wish to hear.
If gazed upon the lies become a false reality
That lingers till the shadows cast, become a part of me
But softly in my ear I hear a word I used to know
This simple truth is shouting now and telling lies to go
So easily I turn astray, so easily deceived
But I hold tight to what I know, the truth I have received.
If you read this blog, and it makes sense, I have probably had my morning coffee. If it sounds like the babble of someone who is not quite right...well, I probably still had coffee...I invite you to sit down, take a load off, drink some coffee(or tea) and join the conversation with a man desperately trying to filter the grounds of life and turn them into something palatable...
