No one

Shades of gray
hate influence
a constant truth
put into effect
the question
on a dead friends face
the tragic
stance he used to take
passed away by circumstance
A forced exit out of
innocence
the right to choose
stays in her head
systematic ignorance
a poiliticians
hand in your pants
searching
for what we don't have
Creating new obscenities
harrased
and broken down and in
an eye towards
eternity
a passing glance
and half a chance
at sanity
shows you
things... they get away
It's all we can do
to ride it on through
no one
leaves the caravan
Feel the signs
the jazz... the bind
affection
for a certain time
a haze of mid-life
drunkeness
you're crucified for what
your art says
if art is
god... true art has left