TRANSPARENCY XXIII.

“two separate worlds, that I know”

Trust me…I know what they feel

A different direction, the routes we concealed

I cradle this thought, so dangerously so

Before I gave time the ideas that it knows

Rebuke my obsession with underground music

The tunes they endure, how can one refuse it

Let’s go upstream, those waves that connect thee

Bright lights, the horizon is within sight, with the Lord’s will, these continuous verses of me

The relevance of a broken soul

Warm hearts, breathing fast

Tailed to one end of the golden rod

These worlds are different

But both define facade