curbdrop out of grace

it's so strange
the arrangement
the predicament
that we are in
i find
my mind
on occasion
a prison
a creation
of half truths
and half wishes
of envisions
of meant to be's
and gravity
other perspectives
not respected
the illusion
of voice
the confusion
of choice
the end
begins
the same way
with ache
the beginning
never changing
if potential
when circumstancial
each frown
marked down
each lesson
ever lasting
digust
disgrace
the choices
you make
four
i will ignore
three
i think maybe
two
that could be true
one
or is there none

posted by fillshe @ 7:07 PM