I am just hanging on to the tail of a beast, not the head of the demon. <br />Choice has only given me two options <br />I want to let go, , I do, <br />I speak to the walls around me; I tell them who I am <br />I know they have a master; one they don’t question. <br />I want to be still with peace, , I do <br />I am trying to catch the tail of an angel <br />She keeps running, <br />I keep slipping. <br />The smell of white powder hunts me as I sleep <br />It makes me run with no choice, , <br />What do I tell the walls, how to I explain my faults <br />If space is only imagination <br />And words keep changing <br />And thoughts have 2 meanings <br />And dark is light and light is dark <br />And wisdom is not, if not for love <br />And love is not, if not for fear <br />And fear is only from wisdom.<br /><br />c...sdb kind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conversations-with-space/
