Little known facts
Lead to unknown
Revelations
That take
The words
Of a confused
Man
And make the rest
Understand
The lies
That lie
Underneath
Little known facts
Lead to unknown
Revelations
That take
The words
Of a confused
Man
And make the rest
Understand
The lies
That lie
Underneath
Back against
The world
Is a telling story
Of what can be said
And what has to be withheld
So the moments
Of pressure
Must be spent
In focus on the goal
Not the swaying of
The masses
To and endless game
Of chance
The words
Fall out of the phrases
As the sun
Sets in the shade
Of a smoky night
In the place
Of water and land
It was all a part
Of a play
The moments passed
As the wind blew
Through the day
The memories we make
Are not to keep
But rather to hold
Close to our hearts
Throughout this crazy
Life
That we live
The hope
Of repetition
Is growth
Slow and steady
But hopeful
As it goes
So again and again
I hope
To grow
One small
Amount each
Day
It was never
Right
From the onset
Of the deal
A diddle
Little thing
When the eyes are wandering
The swindlers
Are at play
Focused on the goals
Of the day
What are my hopes
One dream
Comes and goes
Along the same
Shores
Who knows
So the hope rises
And fall
All along
The life
Long
A wild wind
Blows
On the eastern
Shores
Of Chicago
Down the lakeshore
And through the streets
Of a city
In a constant state
Of repeat
And repeat
So the sun lights
A small grain of sand
One by one
All again
Comfort
Comes
In time
With every hour
That passes
Through the lens
Of my eyes
The night
Falls
And the day
Rises again
In time the comfort
Will set in
Words that lie
Unpublished
On the bylines
Of the internet
Of the website
Intent
Rather off
Pace
With the unpublished
Works
Of what it
Can take