In Progress

truth I lived

Lies I've told

trash I bought

with dreams I sold

goodbyes I've whispered

Good riddance I have screamed

appearances were rarely

what they seemed

burdens you carry

pains you tolerate

wounds you bury

scars you celebrate

 holes are dug 

with wishes that come true

it is often best to ask for nothing

and just think things through

I'll add to this 

for as long as I can

I must tend to the mind garden. The weeds are quite high.

 I always spell it garten, then have to fix it. 

Much like colour becomes color. 

Hypnotize becomes hypnotise. 

the ise becomes ize, and vise versa

Flavour to flavor. 

I was born in rural Middle America

but the rural Europe is definitely lingering

I was told we are German

Grandma told me Dutch

Dad said German, French, Irish, and Indian

Grandma said Dutch.

Theatre is how I spell it. 

I am not wrong.