ARealMan
ARealMan


Vanity vanity all is vanity sayeth the Preacher. No holster on my belt no gun hidden up my sleeve no knife inside my hand no weapon carried at the ready no steady look or gaze too long the wind has weathered all eye done the time will catch the words eye speak and clobber eye begin to see. Eye stand off to the side of target there in distant space and stare past Venus with some haste to look for grace above the space we call the Earth. Hauling my ashes in my yearn struggling to overcome the man inside the urn. Working but not for temporary fixes. Ethereal gain is dropped inside the pockets of the keepers. Render unto Ceaser Ceaser, in an ornate gold encrusted crucible. Total exhaustion becomes the price of freedom. Think you person reading this is easy to make words to rhyme with reason in the last analysis remember this is sometimes written near the hourglass of time and seasons. No one looks so close at people's feet to see those hairs this wisdom.