My name is Julie Chatterbox, I do waste thoughts a lot, I can perform my monologue, My brain does a yap a lot, All I have to say, Is raise your coffee this way, To stinking thinking, okay? If you want an opinion, ask me, I can indulge in repartee!
As I wait In the night's cold The echoes of rain long gone I fall back Sweet reactions And sweet smiles Evoked by the idiosyncrasies of life, All genuine Whilst my heart Congeals the idiosyncratic nature of My exterior With my interior.
Duality, A concept irrevocable. In it's amalgamation, The force of its flux Is unsettling. And in my unsettled ease Where does that leave me?
I met with the devil, several Times I thought I was developing in revel Even though i was caught in the same level Of misery and miss behaves, gravel In my lungs, gravel Over me, and I see Nothing else to live for in me