The room dark, as I see images pass by
my mind active, I try to ignore...
wealth not clarity,
health a disparity...
an existence started;
invited to beauty.
I don't always have something to say,
learnin' that's okay,
I smile now and think more...
I got so much to adore.
I can be literal,
a fool;
impute magical powers to my being...
and I smile,
and it cracks smooth lines...
a delightful guffaw.
An introduction to me!
Run Run Run,
that little boy...
Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 5:35 PM UTC
The room dark, as I see images pass by
my mind active, I try to ignore...
wealth not clarity,
health a disparity...
an existence started;
invited to beauty.
I don't always have something to say,
learnin' that's okay,
I smile now and think more...
I got so much to adore.
I can be literal,
a fool;
impute magical powers to my being...
and I smile,
and it cracks smooth lines...
a delightful guffaw.
An introduction to me!
Run Run Run,
that little boy...
http://www.robross.ca
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