It might be shit
But that’s your own shit 
And it might be a hit
From the park, 
And that will pose to be

A destiny must do nothing but wand
In doubt of ones approval and jot,
All that one as done and most of
What one are yet to do;
And surely stride will be exposed

We grow in time and by day we ripe
But by hours our memory shrinks an
Dawns to slumber in intelligence,
But with love; we sharpen every sl
Our memory seems to please and

I can play
Different roles
But there have
To be no rules
Or tears because

All this
Is
Just
A front
Am

May so be it
Life will be it
Love will also be it
Music will sing it
Rituals will be a part of it

I pride myself in the midst
of pain, pleasure
Brain and honesty.

Is this it
Is this love or desperation
Is this how it feels to be dunked
Empty bowl
My heart never really flutters

At first, when the wind blows and
Dims and when the cock crows aloud
Your conscience leaps and with you
With your sour-lips and a curved h
Either your breath stinks or not,

Word me a river
& Fetch me strengths
Move me nearer
And let us faint