It doesn't bother me much anymore If they wanna put my name on backwards Story veined residual gold-deep lore? Life learned in piecemeal layed out in glass shards So it doesn't concern me all that much Whether got bullet with my name on it For this world clutch with a very loose touch Reach for the sky while kneel is predominant Yesterday's broken dreams team up shambles Doubt and fear intent to question-you sure? Path still clear through thick brush thorny brambles Raised white flag to Most High in surrender Borrowing each day never to pay back Tab been paid in full so nothing I lack. 2-4-2017 Duncan R.M. Ferguson Sliding Beads on the Sonnet's Abacus: Try parable flung from hand of a fool LandOwner two servants both a debtor Seven strong men can't oust fool throne own rule Amount equal grateful? Seen blind beggar. DRMF