I'll roam
With emancipated souls
I'll marvel the windows of god,
A spark of hope
To the sickened
And doped
I'll run the maze of mobs!!!
I'll weary mine ways
For I am not them
I'm a flower
A budding beast
A being of old trend
I'll taketh that needle
Shoot to high speed
A buzz and a boil
And a terrace of green
The benign hands to hold me
To cosset and mollycoddle
I'll insufflate mine request's and intentions
Invention of augury and forecase hours!!!!