my mind is so in to thought's that it controlls my dwelling, the concept of forever, or never, it is this that i say what is i center my self in, what is that i see in my eye's that's forever, i am not incontroll of me,

it's what i see in this eye's that enable's me to walk away to see what i don't want to see, the dark side of me dreep's in, as i begin to hope, begin to wonder, and begin to smile, what hatred is me, and what hatred is it i see in other's,

my mind does not let me hope, believe and love in another, self doubt is my story line, my word's and my vision in another, what truth is it that this person see's, what is it that bring's on lie's and stories that make up the daily page in this book,

what can i say to you that will make you believe in me, make me believe that what i say is real, what part of my story can you deciper as a story that you want to hear, my friend why is it i only beg when it come's to you,

why does my page begin and end with stone's of a unsettle foundation of your truth and you.