Content I would fold my fingers

The wrong way everyday to have you decrease this fever

Water your soil multiple times a day

Just to see your growth

Content you are a foe i'll never know

Sickened my stomach aches for a little easing

I feel ripples deep within my mental seasons

Reaping thoughts of transparent waters

Never a man to put an image

To the word's of a lovely author

Just one to be constantly bothered

By the son of my own Father

My mutters sputter my head to collapse

Never falls just jostles like a train

Almost, But never completely

Falling off the tracks