And who the **** discovered the circle of life

You're face still holds the memories
But your skin no longer holds the feelings

The third eye
Shall never lie

For intuition
Could be ones higher self coming to fruition

Baby

I am absolute poetry in motion

Someday's
Its pretty and neat
Simple and sweet

Other's
We're an utter wreck
Misunderstood, broken
Screeching all around nonsense to any ear open
Manic mayhem


Yet everyday
I still sit to say

I am absolute poetry in motion

All in a matter of time they say
Itll all pan out others say

But to be honest
It never really goes away