We love to highlight life, thinking twice, every slice, just invites more sights, and it does, but our blood makes us flood with no love, can we sub these newer memories for better reasons?, I caught myself just dreaming, gleaming from a wetter season, I'm a stressor trained professor not a tough man, who endeavors to be clever in these rough sands, a flushed plan screaming lush to the gush that was ever such, through CHRIST in his body I trust I will never rush, to thinking plush if disguised vice finds rights, to label me as disabled through my highlights.