it's shit

it errects itself the world unto which I reside one image one day one mind which lies the heart is deceiving ever comforting my mind telling me that my intentions are pure and easy to define. but the line is awfully blurry between intentions and actions the place you end up and the place you were headed were off by several fractions you were miles away on this road all gray never comprehending the time as it slipped away why do I see this? how come this I do know? cause I am trodden down in the garden that did grow