There is this thing
It frightens me and
Scary at the same time,
They are tiny voices
Very small but weirdly

This should not be stilled,
The rat and the fox should not be
The wind should not stop blowing
Hearts should never be stopped bre
But doc philip needs to stop swear

I still have
Enough fuel
To fill my
Thoughts
Because

A very good piece does not
Wake up In just one rainy day
Or perhaps a sunny day 
If there are no luck, a very good
Might not even rise at all.

Never
Count your
Work
Because
Your

What more can you ask for?
A momentum memorial of my art you
Or a possibility of the future of
Through my words you will ever rem
I will leave the lake and the seas

The sound-cloud with a silence act
White soft smoke with a bright
Foamy art,
The sound-cloud travels with light
And circles in an area,

Culprit are tend to be
Visible when a craft
Is alarmed.
A trigger can become
Hostile while depending

My wishes—for all their dreams,
I wish i could help, i wish i coul
The frost on the glass and hope fo
Not the stress but ease, and for t
To laugh at me when I wish;

Well i am stucked
Here and I am
Not the wisest
I should have cut
Loose before now.