Is not me

The same refractive pattern

Thread me a mystery

Blindfold me and with a passion

Free my repeating symmetry

Make an illusion of my past

Burial under grounded cemetery

Burned like trash past endevor

A fools gold,

Well never say never,

Searching for love,

Was never ever

Going to be very clever

In a heart of glass,

A tiny fragrence

of the smallest fragment,

Is all it takes to sever

The all of a sudden,

The peace in my hands,

Lays out along my palm,

Twisting along the fingers,

Imprinting creases along time,

Lines up an admit one pass,

To the Future, and look at that

Plus one, who'd have Guest!

Directions to turn the page,

To the future of your life anew,

Where people are plenty,

And Pain a choice again,

So many you haven't met yet,

Take chances, and live with no regret.