Subtracting light and bleeding into night though white and not,not dark a spot lets through a little piece of you, and you
not knight,a damsel in distress could I do any less than save?
I am a slave upon this summer time, a bee line making humming sound and finding solid ground to stretch my intellect,yet I subtract another integer,point another *******,bleed a little lingering,waiting for my lady to sing to me and too readily I agree another touch upon this key in life,in life that's all I see,the dark and light,the melody,the reasoning,the happiness and misery,the woe,the war,the deaf,the blind who cannot see,therefore I consider,lucky me who has so much,who has the touch to touch upon the chords that make up me the song,sing on and so it goes.