What awaits this mistake
To ride the back of my mind
Consequence so immense
And forever I will find
That thermal bubble boring trouble
Casting my hopes to the wind
And riding most ghosts I host
Till I arrive at a peaceful end
But will it last much like the past
And visits me while I sleep
Not a visitor but a solicitor
With pictures of a decision weak
Forcing a mental game so simple
Yet impossible to fake
And the sins within begin to spin
The chamber for a new mistake
by Ronny Criss (c) 2002
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