The routine sun rose
Sinking thinking
A swollen scene of city wonder
Small color blunders bleed the jungle dry
But I try
And that's something the camaraderie sighs at
But still with that fact,
I go.
Faux lives carriage by
Made of paper, made of dimes
Teenage crimes can supply felicity
IN public SIMPLICITY.
Omit apperception moreover audition:
Copy and paste the taste you had when you were young and drag it to oblivion.
for the eventual:
the sensual isn't essential