I see the immoral convictions in front of me do I dear to believe them to be true to me? This false fantasy has to be inception of mine or ‘tis just a state of one’s mind to dine... Anywho, anyhow. Why does one condone, what is not true to whom we are to be the truth but falsely fantasy is also expected of thee. For we are fools of the school’s tools the system is rig of this tools from the schools to the fools; because we are merely but a rabbit, hiding from the snake's taste for bait. Weak and feeble we are! ‘Tis to be true for the youth and generations come to pass for we will stay the way ‘tis.
An old poem I wrote awhile back. Still, working to find some inspiration in work with a little more passion.