the rhythm makes me feel low,
eyes wondering which way to go,
lifes a precious smoker to blow,
the questioning of you is two, or the lesson of two is you.
dont forget the second word before the last.
make every minute tick and past.
moth on a light bulb,
stone fit for rings,
rings fit for stones,
we probably pathologically on the same thing. thinking
is feeling
only for the in tell her gents.
but if you arent working for her then its intelligence.
if you bring assets to liable for rhythm that intelligence