Three Houses

Three houses set in stone

I am bored to the fucking bone

Of everything i once counted on,

Something i hold close

Maybe kids reap death from hybrids

Of former evenly spread eyelids,

Asking cautiously at their predictions

Travels underground make time for other things,

Including dust settling shackles to be broken free

Travels over time show my head other things.

Forgetting dust settling shackles;

To be broken free, i'd give my days

And something out of all this mess

Clears my congested chest

Of any remedial purpose or perception

And maybe ears go deaf from silence,

Maybe eyes go blind from staring at the sky too long

(not as long as it takes to show)

But as long as...