The Judge Of Myself

Against some laws of my law
things are not allowed,
why say you're alone
when you're in a crowd,
time to pass, is not my say
I just go on, day by day.

If given life, grab a hold
just can't let, your heart grow cold,
Instead you reach inside and hold
have a chat now with your soul.

Speak without lips, noise Is a mere vibration
give yourself advice,  meet reverberation
sound waves are an echo in that bedazzled role
In a hollow space, Is our once lost soul.

Step on through eyes of death
to find an empty place,
where the soul was housed
now a quantum leap in space.

Brand new bodies, place are browsed
what are wiped out memories,
a start in our life, to become well housed
strange to some, In awe are the many,
our laws of the searching rhyme
what has been, what is now, what shall be
but to know how, we all must live
see you be gone, If you're not here
then shadows dawn, remembers a dream
one that a mind had thought forgotten.

Bobby Ferguson 2012.