may be

Maybe i think to much,

see things beyond the eyes,

spend time wasted on tides,

see all the dark patch,

hiding within the surface,

maybe i lost it,

the cool calm within,

the misconception of light,

when darkness is half bright

maybe  i lost it,

maybe its hard,

when it all plays recipricoal,

and the log call?

full of jezebel and jezreel,

maybe i see not all

maybe my head s got a belly

that may blast before it last

when lust  and love becomes silly,

maybe its the past,

or maybe am loosin it