Again a friend found in my thoughts of energy and life.. frustrate mental masturbate on senseless greed and strife.. am I teacher? am I preacher? nay I say each morn.. I am but a poor boy on this wonder world so born..
Those ungrateful.. sour hateful always on attack.. genetic need not be pathetic for your wealth or lack.. found in dreams a beauty every living cutie said.. something bout perspective.. environment and head..
But truth every second changing wonders measured time.. what and who you say and do in reason or in crime.. still pics thrills in memory or what suits each so well.. beauty.. other things avoided sensed in sights and smells..
Stand you true I say to those performing paths in line.. what is yours no better worse.. actions will define.. fearful curses brings the nurses needed always late.. essence comes to offer things I edit in my fate..
Universe a starry verse that captures eyes of love.. land of roller coaster rides and Gods long spoken of.. far beyond comprehension social jest and death.. I thank the flow that comes and goes for every smell.. each breath..
Walking trails some new some stale speak with those I met.. listening to learn and turn corners wide each bet.. faded judged then graded such social jamborees.. four ways clear or foggy haze I thank the energy..
For the life of me..