Commentary spills past the hills does it ****, no it sparks a thrill, anxiously escaping while my patience just places still, indeed my will, maybe to chilled to catch its conscience, I'm taking losses while my bosses costing me to taunt this, must admit it is daunting not much haunting, wanting to be flaunting, but stick the caution to this quad it's only meant for causing, me to be a common figure pondering bout what's right or wrong, should already know what makes me go and flow to carry on, speak in tongues but I'm young so I'm still not saved, must be grown in spirituality to help my days, change my ways so he stays, concentrate on faith, travel to the beach and preach on my present state.