Beyond life itself, I owe you my best and worst days
And though often dismissed, I 've learned written works stand longer
Than most who ride waves
I've cleared my path hoping I'd leave nothing they could trace
Sandboxes never ask for prayer, but grounds do
And they've made most go mad
For numbing memories
False gratification
Work without purpose
Imprisoned individuality
Addiction
All but truth
So, I show and tell less these days
And you're my favorite pastime now
Because in your grace my ancestors are in company
There's no need to pretend to be someone I am not
Truth lies in vision
Even when current circumstances may not