Heartbeat


Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Look For You

Between the lines
Of every lyric
Within the hidden
Mysteries, subliminal
Messages and rhymes
Where the only critic
Is a forbidden
Criss cross, criminal
In act, yet a sign
A mark of a hypocrite
Constantly kidding
Himself that the minimal
Penance is a lifetime
Where he can mimic
Whilst remain bed ridden
Play make believe, that he's finished the search finally, for

Someone?