Do you understand me ?
Do you feel the way that I see ?
Do you understand love and peace and prosperity ?
ABC's and quasi bravery ?

Is your life centric around a certain sense of chaos ?
Mindless, cajoling with an ironic sense of pathos,
Pathetic and burning without any sort of love
Deeming yourself worthy of loving from above.
Knowing that winging your a lame winged dove,
Holding yourself backwards with a half lazy cuff.

You don't relate,
For you I grate
Writing down all this
I don't want to think anymore
My weariness is overwhelming,
Though though I hate it,
I find the process calming.
****, um, yeah
The end.