What is liberty without breath?
What is sanity when there is an eventual death?
The Law
is a control cause.

The same sense
that makes you not sing aloud in a bank,
to the same sense
that makes you not *** on an open road,
down to the same sense
that makes you not wear swimming trunks to an evening outting;
solely because people and cameras are watching
makes me wonder of our pre-supposed gift from nature.

When we think its forthcoming
right up that faith we're fast building,
it flies away again,
even in the rain
thus, mocking all efforts that are evidently in vain.

Re-fill my thirst
to direct all my anger in order to fulfil this quest.

Reach for the evening cloud
to covers all youthful activities on motion ground.

Crave for confidence
that we may flaunt madness.

Truth be spoken.
Hearts beat for red bluff,
mine beats for red stuff.