Read a poem with no words, whispers cleaned the page and the drums bounce like dart nights of rage.
But that's only the beat, the flute was hot on a cool day, together my hands I pray.
As I listen to this page I think calm thoughts and laughter from nights of happiness.
It's like a rap I can only imagine would be as beautiful as valley fresh, imagine a light inside poverty, a dark mind lost to ones self, like space.
That piano so touchy, the beat so techno like gundam.
Bring it back again so I can reminisce and bring it to future days, and then puff and pass it to the present so it can,
so it can lead the way.