Clearance

Clear to much to hope for. 

Clean to hard to feel. 

Continue  is a long way. 

Considering all I'm supposed to do and say. 

Why is it such a big deal to me. 
Faulted am I. 
Flawed in every way. 

Choose, choice, compare, companion all part and parcel of the big picture. 

It might appear unclear, it may bother you, it may put you in a good position or tear you in two. 

Clearing it up is always difficult, that mess made, that doubt that loathing. 

We have limited time to correct our own problems. 

To divide and construct. 
And at times not give a fuck. 

No board members or group members are responsible for the event , you are. 

Information, influences, ideals all important , but images do not convey the hunger of users. 
Having a clearance every thing must go. 

All the bad, the regret, the reason, the remorse, and the mean time. 

Clear , tying to be clear, to talk clearly, to act as if it's plain to see. 
​​​​​​If I clear it away , is there anything left, or is a clean slate a pipe dream. 

Can a hoarder of commotion undertake the mammoth, hay you, of the condemned. 

Can a hoarder of miss matched emotions clearly see after what has happened to thee.