Transform

I guess that I'm the only person that updates my blog any more.

As always, I hope everyone enjoys this poem.


Transform

Forgotten forever
is the Truth of this
the only Unknown
keeps them in Bliss
the Truth is Yours
to hold or to throw
as I run the bases
with my head down Low
home plate beckons
with a new Mask
yet You stand watching
my Truth in a flask
Step back and Fade
this Time is past
but worry Not
this Mask is my Last