my mind takes me, like water in current, so i grip your name, to my soul, I will stir it. lost to thoughts like maybe: maybe large as a lake, sometimes spread like the sea, but your heart is my buoy, and i call you, my baby.
I’m tired of all back and forth politics It makes me sick Like spring When the pollen hits Words get manipulated Bend like contortionist How unfortunate That we speak the same language But entirely different dialects This is not a test And if it was The answer wouldn’t be no or yes Fill in the blanks To what you think is best No wrong answer So you try to guess No wrong answer But your Incorrect