the decision to grasp the concept

of why cool waters had to cease

is completely foreign

and after all of these years

the colors have blended together

and I am not sure which hue is my own

but I feel justified and sanctified

with each want and desire remembered

teetering on the edge of a target

voices trickling in from above

a cavernous space has always awaited

but it was just simply not the time

and as much as the desire to walk away is strong

the sport of elusiveness will always exist

and the thrill of every moment comes through memories

a calm disposition is found

with every part of the mind made up

to simply let go

there’s always going to be a part deep down