By the Grace of God. - by Byron Blake I exist and float dancing around My vibratory center pulsates Looking for what is lost & found. Many thousand moments gone by Stored memories of nothing shows Still wondering what comes next Absorbing what cant be denied Dreams that die - because I hide. No one sees where ever I go Repeating living records of the dead Reporting on the same that is mundane Crouched down when I am misled Haunting up and down these same halls Oh, and then I awake And think Im Byron Blake... Off to another dream Scared of meeting the likes of what I am Oh, what could be worse than this mental curse To have everything you pretend I forget when last was time Left to devices of my own I really love it when Im alone The world of mischief no longer mine The attitude I play as a musical tone Haunting up and down these same halls Slowly pacing between two walls What is the reality of this fantasy Except this thought never ends Of how I can believe almost anything This I like - so, why continue the awkward bend Living what is false in life with imagined strife. What joys are my friends? To think one way has to be something. Defined wills limited choice we court. Awakened ye beings - dont you see. The games of whose right. How it could be - if only to let go - of the need. copyright © 1998-2004 - Byron Blake, all rights reserved.