Transcendent Poem by Louis Borgo

To know what waits of passion borrow thoughts or borrow time

to much on one heart to faded away youth devote to purpose is it wrong to demand for change or exhange for the moment hand grief among a man

onto the first onto the last what is transcendent or to voyage straight to barrel or on to the truth

awaken

If I am truely man of creation a spawn with no label open eyes and crook it lies what is the true path of awaken not to despise

To know what waits of passion borrow thoughts or borrow time

pure of thoughts

worst things then fact is the barrel it holds which hand is better to hold a piece of paper not of your own what is

worth

To know what waits of passion borrow thoughts or borrow time

understand meaning with lens of glasses how feeling
truth be the one am i the only one.