always a work in progress

tainted by the lies of these obtrusive passing years
beguiled by the lines of my riddled fears
forgotten by those who have long passed by
stuck to all the love yous that strangle my good byes!

through the moments that have passed
out the window
cut by shards of glass,
immuned to the wind
unmovable even by god-
tortured by years of blood,
while feeling without feeling
  all that is in me-lost...
the world long it turn
ever before me
through me
and forever after me.
i am single, but one grain dropping
with all the sands of time
nothing more than a mutter
though alone to stand to the end
by an immeasurable ego
that lays beyomd the feet of nietzche.shakespher and
voltaire laying so cocky
in the grave.

one day i shall meet my fate-
breathe my last breath
till then i breathe ever more
maybe due to the fact that i
am over weight
but none the less
so many have paved a way
and i will help lay down the brick
for as in all i a human
may never reach heaven
but i will have my last word in!