I was swept in the crowned dreams
on twinkled naps of assorted teams
****** in the bursts of sensual frames
of tagged rolls and engaged fumed tows

Tell me why snippets of times entertain?
as they crucify indeed they always retain
the flow of sustained growth fly away
as it lays it's sweet sullen kiss on my lips

Set me free at the shrine of the not wants
Set me free at the harvests of that November
where traces of raced long hard road smiled
with whispered voices of untuned memories

I am always swept into thorny realms
inside the stained map of their stolen hints
suckling their ***** summery adventures
of tagged rolls and engaged fumed tows