My Hearts' Confusion
By August •
Words on a page,
That come from my heart.
My life is a stage,
But what is my part?
This glorious ride,
Through unending time;
Though I've ofter tried
I can't make it rythme.
The pieces are there
But all out of place.
The canvas is bare
Of beauty and grace.
Will it ever seem
To finally make sense?
Or will I just dream
At my own expense?
By Kim
4/8/05