Don’t Know Where You’re Painting, But I Do…

Smoke consumes his entire image.
Nothing to see,
But,
What others place on a canvas I’m flicking,
Paint behind what they believe to be the back of a life going backwards by the minute!
No sweat…

When it all fades as I turn around,
The truth will be endowed and expose every lie left behind a pen,
I kept busy swaying back and forth,
Back and forth until it all went forward.
At times,
Life requires us to take a step back,
Rehash everything we thought to be true before tripping over,
Food for thought most leave scattered on the floor for the roaches…
From the top!
Of the morning,
To the point!
Of obscurity only wanderers continue to adorn with,
A heart emptied of love…

A survivor of multiple exsanguinations,
From death wishes others sang in hatred,
Instead of giving me a hand to save the rest,
Of a character who died in a story that has yet to be written…

No!
It isn’t time to give in.
No!
It is not time to rest in paradise I’ve been given.
It is time!
For a renaissance,
Where I sing a song,
Of valor!
Like I used to!
Before I ran away from adversity an aplomb mind can shatter!
But,
The question is,
Will I choose to?…
Does it even matter?
Now that,
Nobody cares while I’m alone at home thinking of another blunt to smoke after,
Writing this last sentence…