20.8.15

20.8.15

20.8.15

A school report

An old photograph

The origins of my history

Are witnesses

But no final proof

Simply windows to a soul

That shares the fears

And hopes of all the eyes

A quiet moment

Can fill with hope

Or despair

But remember

I am the remnant

Of then

The spark of now

A rider of the casual beast

Conscience

Responsibility

Truth

The weights of life

Would be. Could be

If only I

Were true

To you