Sir, I'm not sure if your ego is up to par.
Its seems it is never near always at a far.
When's the last time you've drank in a bar.
 
Lady of the Ocean, give me your peace of devotion.

So I can make my daily promotion.

Whisper fly into a sail of my boat's tallest emotion.
 
Find your saddle and prepare too ride because my scripture, is in the hide of the Mountain.

And if you can find don't come back a crying for my words are power and source.

Lion's set at the peak of my tides and thunder grasp the tree's that should have divorced.
 
Ego flood my Ocean, not yet ready too under stand the master code, that I have harvested to sand.

When the sky flirts with space you then may comment because of the emotional state in which you are located.

Never get stove mad when ego''s cascade.
And vilagers place there new hand to complete a warrior such fan.

It's a rhyme in time, that makes a correction with a discussion on matters of conduction.

Level your smile and drift not at sea.
For we float above the world mad of grief.

And disolve the section also corn feet.
Doth a man, is ruby atired he make money from wind and his towers.