You stalk me and chalk me
In your violent imagination ever

As a result

The presence of your scent
Makes me dizzy and pretty much drained

You are sick and making me sick

Barely I can breathe, I can be me

It's freedom you have taken

Which as a 20th century living organism

Got as a birth right....

A word is a dubious thing

Any word can be wrongly interpreted

Same as a smile

The world is a big complicated giant ball

After all we end up fighting for a single word and a single commitment

I am blessed

As a descendent

From early human.

Values and its meaning

Changes from person to the person

Life, though makes me feel confident

My instincts are guided scripts

Implanted to deal with

what value really is

Of course everyone have their own instinct

That makes me

Am nothing but, me.

You strike like a bowling ball

And am one of the pins

Either a strike or a spare

Your victory is inevitable

But, I still challenge you for the next round