edge

where do all my words go?
i wonder if they lose there glow
and frosty precision showing that
only im alone,its a fate im accepting

do they perish windward
blown of off the rural fence post
or cuddled in a warm house
with only snow to show for me

do they break any barriers
mindful,id enjoy saying so
and even little trees cant hear
so far in the year im impaired by pessimism

but in the tunnel sickness may even perish
for Jesus christ and if no one heard id like to know
someone is recieving, and if youre unbelieving
bleakness at the window, no such revel as a fairy tale

dont just rebel
face yourself conceving despair
where do all these words disappear off to
a glowing cosmic fire 
a cold river stone
is there anyone im performing to
if there is id like my words to know
that as i grew i couldnt make it

but be realistic the hay filled scarecrow smiles
at words that i file
and i wish them to show
a building block stack
so when i will fade the words will go
to love and in my style
stop seperating top from bottom
all pipes block up with bile
i think though pitious, love
is prescent and in its vividness
though my words are begotten
i know if they spread love
absorbed, theyll never be forgotten