Raise a village as an anonymous image; unanimous synonymous gibberish, different ****, if it fancies my finish, I could live with it, the type of happiness that grows on trees from the tree of good and evil, the tree of life humble in approach, seldom encroached by the ones that live to die, my intuition feeling that they're one in the same, though my afterthoughts rarely caught attention, could never get my head around em, playing hide and seek with the prophecy, I could profit if I claim I found it, first being dumbfounded, then well-rounded, it astounded chosen ones till the end of my run.. I ran away feeling slowly increasingly gone for good, cause I misunderstood, how we all could come across with the words that we speak, cliche and tongue-in-cheek with my mouth unaware of how I got there, reiterate to clear my throat; my native tongue that was foreign dialect to my scholar fans, they'd ignore the advisory sticker, to get the picture as a wiser stan, be a man, I cheer you on... it was clear I was gone.