You're hovering And you think poetry sets you It is just a car that drives by you like really quick You're left with your hands in your pocket and watching Chasing away the smoke and you might remember your progress Thoughts are hinging on trees Like the leaves that spar with the breeze oh so quick You're left with your hands in your pocket and watching Changing with the times and you might get caught up with your The wind which everyone has ignored, yes, your destiny The words that leave this exchange, are your own ideas Winding clocks close to that effect of time Trembling fears and the loathing can catch up pretty fast Like someone chasing the sunny skies, and dandelions are a mirror Livening, and the frosty snowflakes of your memories melt With the pouring sunshine, make you feel like your soul isn't ice But, there is a fire in some of us that, that makes me believe that there are many like us Out there Probably Here where I live, maybe, I might take my chances, catch you soon my friends
errands run by erroneous erudition run deep like ruins of tides, and what comes with them In addition, to my surmise The end, some of my terrible literature