Falling from View

November 12, 2008
The story of my life
Is two left feet and a carving knife
No matter my where I turn
The steps will falter
The eyes will burn
The blade will slice up good intentions
Rearranging all I mention
Till the few around fall away
Far from solid mind I stray
The lost and found
Forgotten sound
Till bloodied I stand on hollow ground

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