My 3rd Eye

Broken mirrors/ Optical vision goes beyond the shades of grey/ Each prick pressed for luck/ Time wasted but never given up/ A new sanstuary/ Clarity was clearly given up/ Still the same stuff/ Consider a dash of touch up/ All variables won't remain stuck much/ All that I see, too many to oppose/ Last years pain, is the new lesson today never told/ Heart deserted/ Compromised dreams/ Press record/ I would lik'em to rewind that scene/ Its too familiar/ And practically too late/ A lesson learned from any/every irrational mistake/ Breathe calmly with a stroke of sense, God places me where he wants me/ In no ones particular place/ Only to learn to live outside of your own unforsaken trait/ Learn to live through gods hand created mistakes/ William K. Butler