Content I would fold my fingers
The wrong way everyday to have you decrease this fever
Water your soil multiple times a day
Just to see your growth
Content you are a foe i'll never know
Sickened my stomach aches for a little easing
I feel ripples deep within my mental seasons
Reaping thoughts of transparent waters
Never a man to put an image
To the word's of a lovely author
Just one to be constantly bothered
By the son of my own Father
My mutters sputter my head to collapse
Never falls just jostles like a train
Almost, But never completely
Falling off the tracks