Spring sprung young forked tongue lookin’ at the set.. put there by dreams of scholars future
Bobby was confused it was a primal jam.. Danny sulks in the corner with warmed over ’Spam’..
Mother marks a genius.. weight extension of.. what is called in mistake.. by some a ‘mother’s love’..
just truth in a ripple.. makes a better wave.. as ‘frisbee politics’ leave nothing to save.. as a disk dreams not a risk.. age comes as a rock.. feel a dream.. take to your life..
a ‘good dream lock’..
one perfection infinite streams well in the all.. others put in nitrogen some seek to save it all..
me I help with nothing, true.. still I listen well.. when I can assume a stand to cast a magic spell..
somewhere infinity.. right inside your soul.. take me there love.. show me.. creations of your role..
Many answers through life come from the ‘family dynamic’.. Peace T.