Why must
The world
Make up your name
Count on your own
Find a friendā¤
It can be the pen
In your hand
Or the enveloped sandman
Paper smearing tanning
Watching you sleep alone again
Hes your friend
Let him in
It'll help you breathe
Please don't sneeze
You deserve more than
rock paper scissors
Don't dilute with over thinking
Don't make up a million reason
Just start doing
Things you love
And ask for guidance
From up above
