Childish living always giving paths rich true and free.. a young fool name of Donald looked and said ‘this cannot be’.. had the money honey folks spoke well of rich is best.. beauty lost in living as all living travel West..
Where could such a crone of evil find a child this way?.. who could look to things folks do.. not seek a better way?.. look your feet that travel years unraveled find a soul.. what is left when bereft of warmth when life is cold..
‘Good catch’ said the schoolyard friend when schoolyards made a way.. to the older bolder when young passion has a say.. on to coming looks gone karma summing what will be.. nay the best I look to is live wonders true and free..
Illusion of control mind whips enforces living will.. can be made to do.. a soul magic lies true loves easy still.. times of rhymes words of song dance before your senses felt.. as clowns stuff little cars seeking to slave while earning gelt..
Paid and played is calm when crazy runs what liars told.. honor is forever your honor is your mold.. words said to forgetful is the way a young fool goes.. your knowledge is as real as four directions winds must blow..
Easy Peace.. Tony