it used to be so easy to see it your way.. to find the words that would fit just right in the matrix of my continuum
but the way is getting foggy, unclear in its direction, faltering in its resolution.. the pathway muddy from the influences of this evil cynical world..
help me to see the way again.. please? in the white untainted light that splashed softly on the days of yore.. when green grass was a sight common and weeds unheard..
