Oh words that, don't sense of what I make,
The liberties I take or will, I might forsake,
Edit me.

Free them that would be bound by what I type,
We, I, need calm, cut the crap and this hype,
Edit me please.

Distraction costs, whether freely sought,
I want not the pity you bought, you sought,
Edit me please, take my disease.

Oh far, far away.

Alone.