Jealousy, Trust, Being, Freedom

Wise choices
To wisdoms end
Many roads crossed
But lead nowhere
Voices shout, but never heard
Language stripping from babel
Wisdom, an anxiety
A lock, a chest without a key
To roam, free
But still trapped, never knowing
A darker material, feel, be
Never trust
Emotive, a humour never understood, Laugh?
Distrust, Tuesday went like the rain
Peace…

Ian V. Seymour ©2012

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