Now lost I stand before the throne
Seduced by the now
Succumbing to the material
Losing sight of the internal
How ironic that the wine
Releases my inhibitions
And now, without governance
I write plain and true
Fraud better defines me more than truth
And I stand ashamed of my confession
Now, knowing me, you decide
I stand in the now
Awaiting your judgment
And ponder my continuance in this space
copyright – Michael R. Wood - 2003
No Judgement...truth will prevail!!
Love Tinka