Invisible Wings

Knowing and not doing is the pain of the times

my mind

cannot control this world though possible

I know the potential to hold is so close

I fold unto my boldness

and quit to start to go, oh

there he knows that he’s over

drives a Honda rover

the brink into the clovers

and wishes

because he misses to fix his stitches

and minds to pray

because he is separate to his God

the feeling kind of odd

‘bring him back’

a message sent to the Lord

he’s not a frog

maybe more hopefully a lot

but begot

here he is

hot off the rot of the mist

that he missed but the dew fades to you

but I quit seeing through

a foo - he is for looking

he can’t see clearly anymore

the bee hovers with honey store

but none for you money whore

I am lost at my cost

and cannot find the cross

and my boss should be fought

because I am not there nor anywhere

nor lost in a prayer

I am here

but 

where that mirror entangles my thoughts 

for I yearn 

to be thrown in there

and escape to another world

where time is an error

If I cared they’d see

but hopefully they don’t

the expectant bee makes more

but honey I won’t 

don’t expect from me

because I’m done with being a dolt

maybe I will (make more)

but who’s care to care

with my share of nothing I’d prepare

every day in my lair

in my hair a million things

waiting to grow wings but 

I’d snatch them off 

and say ‘bees you won’t catch the breeze’

you’ll lay here beside a man who thought

he thought he’d lost his wings