Harapah O

Turtle over the tightrope
Locked concentration abducted by nothing
Laid what I thought on the days mattress
Found the right fit for tonight's dreams shoes
Scoffing at the silouettes of Amber haze
Fleeing from the scene
And the reflection that would address me
Like I would not want to be seen
Would show me the awareness
Of that shadow memory of me helping install the veil
The smallest of influences float towards me
And I can speed it up or slow it down
I guess at the will or intention, blindness or innocence
But the overall chaos wins
And the games and rules change unhappily
And we judged first
And the last thing to consider is the spirit as it is
And eager wasn't always bad
Stubbornness, you think you're grand
All the every word is in sinc
Invisible gymnists dance in the blackness
All true sight is void of interruption, speculation description
Silly suspicious silence