Driving on, with no certain sense of direction
eyes open & looking, for a connecting point
words on which to rest my remains
wise to the ways of mankind, at war with doubt
days ahead, full of promise
instinctively insane & voiceless
trying to redeem myself with the devil
and mend the broken seam of things

… meanwhile, the refrain remains the same …
Within each man, woman or child
there dwells a Devil
One may be It’s slave
or Master it

… and the leading question is still unanswered …
What would you do, to do it like you want to?
… here and now, back to the sub-plot …

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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