Old Age Glue

our lives...our house....our community.

I hope my name wont be missed by the ground that I kissed.

When I was hungry.

Name changes and nameless faces, your past is my past.

Though we were blind.

Future of mine holds no bind…to the ways of this world.

Or will I be granted one by the standards you so hold true.

Held together with old age glue, who knew

That this stage would see my developing rage which is made clear

By his tears

Which fell freely from the sky and woke me up;

Laying in my bed of lies, my room of spies can not hide

From the truth that became denied from earth’s developing pride

Held together by your old aged glue.

My house unconscious, to the efforts I hold.

In my pocket, in my head.

Not alone in my bed.

And  was torn thread by thread

From this cloth we are born.

Uncommon convictions I hold true, may hold me together…

Like old age glue, aged long before the first man flew

Or the first man knew.

Of the love set in,

by a man with no sin.

Me be meek, me be nameless

May I see and be blameless.

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[zachary<]

this may be hard to comprehend for most people.
its just......my life. haha. thanks for reading tho. :)