Self-deception.
By Bo Jakobsen
Can hardly breathe, where shade is available.
Hide me for the sun`s
Total effacing greedy rays.
Waiting for the rain will destroy my body,
cleanse the mind.
Removing my presence and move my footprint.
In order to be outdone,
transparent with burning eyes that see so
clearly
like never before.
Become friends with the darkness that devoured
light seductive lies, and brought the truth to
light.
The truth that deceived it selves.
There seemed to change.
loosing myself and become whole.
