Freund - Braids

When I see them

Contemplate if I should

Should I just reach out and tell you?

Here I am

Sitting at home

With the things that I own

Watching time fall through the drawn blinds

They show truth’s end

From leavened clouds and

Suns that rise on our death beds

Oh lost my mind

Oh lost it

Damp eyes feel them

Moving bout my kitchen

Plating our meals for the last dine

I’ll be caught wings across

Contemplate if I should

Should I just step out and fall through

Arms out lifted

Drawn shades glisten

Please reach out I have fallen through

It is a truth

It is a truth of my crossed view

And it’s for you

Power of a view

We are gifted

We can lift ourselves

From the depths of a misfit

Reason caught it’s game

With a mouth of sheer wisdom

Thought is greater than what is thought of

To follow is a raped decision

Power of your view

You are gifted

You have lifted me

From the depths of a misfit

Disdain met it’s game

Speak the truth and I’ll listen

We are greater than what is above

What we see

Is our crossed ambition