My guilt has lead my prayers astray from paths of light each and every day
The walk so long the journey unfulfilled has all been born of my own guilt
The couch it lies as television detracts and keeps my eyes upon the lax
The days go by and still I am stone and nothing moves me from my home
These stay still actions grasp at my heart along the way my conscience parts
The still stone beating of my heart cannot be lost upon the lifeless art
I stand my tallest upon bended knee and see the most when I cannot see
I break apart and await to be made new dashed upon the stone for you
These shattered dreams swept with bristle-less broom
These portions overflowing with a mirage that dooms
Be still and know and here I stand
No more a boy
Now find a man











- j.g.smith (04/25/07)