Posted on July 16, 2013


The truth has always been glaring
Is there any other to blame?
Running or hiding does not obscure truth
There’s only one love
Only one true love
Only one beloved
I forget I’m a hired hand
Storekeeper of another’s treasure.

Deluded to a fault
Delusions are my reality
Looking for hope where none can be found
Seeking joy where none exists
Building a home where there is no shelter
This is another’s life
The lowly life of storekeeper to another’s treasure.

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