Yaphet Kotto Of Epic Proportions
Your words could have held the ground up under my feet.
Although I can't recall the purpose, each one still stings.
Thinking back on things now filled with regret.
I wish we shared more time, something we'll never get back.
Listened patiently but denial's never kind.
Escaping what's believed; starting to realize.
Instrumental in the shaping of a young mind; taught me everything.
Something you think I'd recognize but your words still strike a chord; each one more important.
Words mean all. I've got each one. More important than the last.
Only here and now the past creates a camouflage to cover my wounded eyes.
Mistrust mistaken. I'm apathetic only here and now the past takes a little time to pacify satifaction.
