There is a Ness, called Loch,
There is a ness, called Happi,
There is a ness, called Lonli,
There is a ness, called Hot.

None of the words,
Would land like birds,
or release excrement,
in an simple experiment.

Of chasing monsters,
Of chasing insanity,
Of chasing the empty,
and chasing the vanity.

So on waking; take time, find purpose,
on leaving your home, take peace,
leave fear, in the shadows, but
let your fragrance, dance, down
the street, infectious.

Walk a mile in some kind of smile...seriously.