Cemented in my position

refute the opposition

wise in my decesion

in the height of my derision

alarmed in my suspicion

as i hear the crowing crow

build my self esteem

just to be trampled on the low

what is it i sow?

in turn to only reap

concious in every thought

to the last minute of my sleep

awaken in a stooper

trying to decifer out the signs

seeking out the honeycombs

in the midst of all the pines

what is it of time?

how does it exist?

controls my every direction

as it wallows in the mist

although i still persist

its like trying to catch the wind

treking across the globe

as the one he who send