It started with a view to a dissension of friendship
Surrounded by these bodies but still no way to go about
I’m running from a past but time has come for me at last
Discussions of my stubborn and harsh convictions made of steel
How I wish you would known this now worn down sad soul
It used to flourish peacefully at the thought of one like you
Unearthed you have become at the cruelty of my will
Blissfully you drove that one splinter made of love
I listened to your words yes their meanings carried weight
A credence for some change to shrouded laughter without order

Victor M. Garcia 5/21/08