Possession

Escape ideals that push jealousy your way

For the thought of possession always ends the game

How I feel ashamed when I’m not given a name to claim

For the sake of my dame

Push aside faults and wait for gain

Obtain the unattainable and wish for a day when leaves blow in the autumn gaze

When trees speak, clouds rain

And sun rays beam on flesh and leave a stain

When Leafs rustle and wind breathes to ease the pain of mundane days,

Take my hand and lead the way in this hell drawn city I call my bane