Everyone has that one class where they don’t have any friends.
Too many people are talking.
Only every so often do we get to the point
or the need to point when everything around you
turns your spine to something even more benign.
Turning in ourselves to each to operate
and begin again stretch out begin anew touch ourselves passionately
we make no mistake in choosing our goals. For most without
ourselves scribbling non-sense without reason of bureaucracy to
much favor irresolute makes no stake in having inhaling every state
come make me again for not for wants touches so much begins the
ways open run away from the days speaks open to harm may lay in a
daze non other may take the mask of will will no longer wait.