My bracket collection of bangles,
Makes me wanna think less of diamond.
A satire of ending nonsense
Created my form of happiness below sunset.

The thirst for water that confound hunger,
Gives a sweet melody music that has no sound
To you, I'm broken and just seeking a shoulder
But I need no food neither am I dying any time soon.

This poem to you, can prove to have no meaning
Deep insight's only for those who can seek it.
I have spoken, I'll enter my dream smiling
since I'm making no sense to only those who can't read it.