A place beyond the pines is where the feeble man stands on this land to find that nothingness exists in the minds of the empty minded.
But the mind is never empty! What is empty is the thought of emptiness.
Somehow this makes no sense at making sense at all.
Does my existence remain with cause? The quarry has been inquired by the inquiries of this man in pause.
I speak in riddles as my voice is my instrument although at times I try to instruct and rid of this lament. Unsuccessful, he was fluent in his influence as the desire died with my foment. Influenced by the influence of others!
In a sense, I was innocent while some people are blinded by their own ignorance.
I transition these words of tapestry and emotion. I dialect my notion in a verse of a conceptual hearse. i curse the day of my death. My words are not loud enough as I remain wordless.
what is the message being conveyed, the nights are lonely dark and gray?!?
Drop to his knees as he begs for his plea. A feeling of guilt as he's not yet pleased. Pleasant may be this feeble man as he continues to question what’s at hand. A question unasked is a question unanswered by the person who already knows.
Where do I go from here?
Well, not so much of where I’m going but what’s coming to me without knowing?!?...Ju-San
