I've been pushing away eating a certain fruit It's sweet and good for my well-being but I've been questioning whether it's worth having it After having valued it for a while Once I questioned its worth The fruit vanished And I'm struck Do my thoughts coincide with its disappearance? Even if they did, the questions float around in the space left by the fruit More prominent, more dominant than the momentary sweetness that may last on my tongue Less fleeting and more familiar than the short-lasting nutrition And yet neither can compare or compete the other And so all I have left is to wait And only time will show whether these thoughts will Become more tangible than the fruit itself
Ring the Bell Ring it, well Ring the Bell can see, a skell from dry well They sight it well A wealthy kvell spell it and yell, * Ring the Bell And paupers yawningly mispell Bcause, They can see not well They said: Blood well instead farewell
Ring the Bell Everyone is unwell The tears is upwell No tasty, they smell All sadness are swell And hungry is quell
Ring the Bell Again, Difficulties swell No one to dwell For a bit on snell Uphill is upswell
Ring the bell And, Ring it well!
Be alert and alert everyone to help those needy ones everywhere in this world.
If an if ifies in time to make you see a second pass tict to tict then, take the time to see the vision trust your spirit to remind you
this ain't déjà vu, this is new, we really are feeling life in mere words, symbolized on a retina for a second see, past any certain point, any possible thing re-ified, one more time, sequential as days, that's life, one thing after another, then we die.
All energy comes from the same well every whim wrought whims not while sitting on a fiery throne or cast out onto frosted stone buy or sell It's drawn from the same well loss gain pleasure pain close your eyes what color is it?