mud in the sand box
mud in the sand box hey world of wise insecurity i'm done with your counterfeit pride Images of a life in a branded bottle love my own brown grass simple expectations loving arms and dimples bigger then my selfie what do we see in sand filled beaches busting bikinis manic flesh fading fast and blasted on our bitter walls better to know love in a muted mirror then a television translation satisfaction is a rolling stone in a river with no landing it finds you only in theory never in flesh and bone love is not love which sees no sign but self It is however the beginning of hope ~ matt francis