22. CHASING INNOCENCE
Half-painted house, an illusion of dusk,
of living without your enemies' worst fears.
Trees dropping leaves from the middle of the sky,
a reminder of nature's scars for the loudest of cries.
Mid-summer rains, the endurance of pain.
A gift from memory, the mist of angels' tears.
A half-shadowed face brushed by a glimpse of grace.
A comfort sight to warn you of the hardest fight.

Chasing innocence will never be enough to quench your thirst for righteousness,
to vengeance all the lies you've said.
Praying every night after you've twisted him is plain short of sight.
You've lost your way again.

Half-hearted kiss, remnants of a moment's glory.
It's shifting your focus. It's changing your story.
Breezes from the oceanfront are not enough to fake the blunt of shame,
sifting your ashes daily; your offering to those who smile.
So why did you refuse to jump from sinful nature's worst of luck?
The line has just been ripped in half. You're sinking deep and you're sinking fast.
I'd offer my hand to tame the worry, but somehow I think you should be sorry.
The world has come, turned you around. Best regards, your quest to be found.

Chasing everlasting legacy will never be enough to still the stormiest of seas.
You're drowning.
Shading in-between the lines of gratitude is considered aptly moved.
Go ahead and stare your fate in its one good eye.

Chasing innocence will never be enough to quench your thirst for righteousness,
to vengeance all the lies you've said.
Praying every night after you've twisted him is plain short of sight.
You've lost your way again.
You've lost your way.