A MAN AND HIS DOG

On a stroll who is lead

The dog runs ahead

So you might conclude the man

Is who is following the dog

or knows critical turns

Who learns fate course the dog waits

For a sign from his master

like he were

and then bounds forward as if he had

Intended to say he was taking that path anyway

The man is theory the dog is practice

OR SAY SO WHAT

Living on the edge hoping I will be saved trying to awaken to another day so I pray some way it will come to pass and I can last it out end this doubt scream and shout it's all ok it's meant to happen this way and not get too pissed a starving artist pretends than descends arts karma sends bloods armor as it bleeds new poetry in our mind true every time finds something beautiful to do booming bliss hits it just for fun another homerun such a crazy path called fate touching every crazy base time warping space erupts into trust that it will pass and laughs before the last bit of air stops here and where it ends to live again pure bliss seeing this burn in order to learn what is left with every breath we take call it fate as our souls fire sets energy free just enough but ends up as dust