A rhyme I wrote on October 26th, 2009.

If I remember correctly this is about me reflecting on a checkered past that wasn’t so much in the past at that point. I was dealing with the repercussions of some unsavory choices and had to learn some hard truths about life.

I’m glad to know that I had this viewpoint back then, because I am uncertain that I would be here now without it. I think the start was honestly that I really just liked the first line, and still do, a lot.

Out.

An invisible dirigible indivisible by fractions of time,
walked the walk and crossed the line.

Define what it is that wades in the wasted mind —
committed crimes and fined a kind toll,
Feels special to be out instead of in like a mole.

What’s it to the crow analyzing, interpreting, picking apart the soul?
Can you pick it up and re-mold the dough?
Take it bold and slow,
flow the strings together and carefully sew.
Care carnivorously,
Possibly persevere,
Desire the farther or could be near.

Suffer through the fear, it ain’t a problem.
Look at you, you got a job son.
It’s a fissure, nah it’s a crack,
Look into yourself,
Black?
No it’s blue, you got the style of a pure man through and through.
Bullshit doesn’t touch those with a plan,
Look at you son, today you’re a man.

An invisible dirigible indivisible by fractions of time,
walked the walk and crossed the line.

©2009 Trevor Elms

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