I am not a song.
I’m far-away from the reach
of a night drive’s charm
where you fall into the decadence
of a lyric’s perfume.
I am not a saint.
I’m left to revel in the bonfire of my Faith
as I seek repentance for the sins
I’ve yet to find commitment for.
I am not dead.
I’m a warm body
waltzing in water;
drowning in codas, looking to find:
the distance to Here...
I Am...Now: Present Tense: Chaos waiting to be deciphered…