Give me a command,
And I'll obey without restraint,
The wilting between my lines,
Are like the lead to my paint,
The music to my angst,
The fuel inside my tank,
But no matter if I'm free,
I'll always lay in front of your tank,
Acknowledge me,
Properly honor me with serenity and love,
Instead of meeting the boot,
Like a 100-legged bug,
So color me passionate,
Because my ashes flourish with glitter,
Till I tie a hammock between the sun and the winter,