People who are close to me at times wish me ill, and lately, I'll admit, so do I. |
-Mistaken- by Keaton Foster The moon Nude The sky Not blue The sun Hidden This dream Mistaken All of it Not real Every bit Faked Wishing Missing What is true What I knew The time The place Before this Those days God how I Lament Truer love For myself A sense Of belief A vision Of need Eased By reality What I had What I owned Who I possessed Now All of it Gone All of it No more Mistaken I keep saying But no one Is in agreement They are Hearing me But they are Not listening They see me As a fool As a man Not ruled As a man With no plan They wish For me Too further fail More than I Wish for myself To do the same I can feel Their hate I can sense Their pain They wish Me away Out of time Out of space Into the ether Of all that is Forbidden I don’t blame them How could I By their standards They want me gone And to tell you Reluctantly I’ll admit So do I Mistaken Is what I say About them About all of this But in a reality I no longer know Maybe it is I That am wrong Maybe it is me That is in many ways Mistaken… Mistaken Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |