Monday, July 07, 2008

Forgiveness is a wakeup
When conscience starts to beep
Forgiveness is a road fork
A different path to keep
Forgivness is a night light
When the shadows start to creep
Forgiveness is a blanket
I lay me down to sleep

How do I lose myself?

I am not easily misplaced Or forgotten, Arriving as I do Before even the curtains draw And that first morning jug boils, Bleary, yes Grudgin...