For two cents I will take what I can get

offerings come short for the sake of relevance

breaking through soil to say it has only just begun 

hold on steady heart for the endeavor is not done

seasons pass with words falling short of my location

looking back at second glance to realise life is in the making

blue sky's, bright eyes, so will stale winds find the sea?

sun may your rays of light push me to a brink?

the stintch of autumn looms untill a mask is now known

lost in a time where darkness inevitably goes

wilting away, right here, right here, right here

can you sense the shift in a paradigm without knowing your fears

losing with habits everything taken for granted 

you won't shake the felling she said "It's a process of understanding"

did we have to go there was burried in my chest

For two cents I got a sense of worthlessness