Just 1 More Title In This List Poem by Elude Most

no my name no my brain mind n sole,
thats a sayin that gets old,
no mater how meny times its told,
this poem has no meanin no point,
just some words connectin a list like a uesles joint,

this world spins in a way that seperates the difrent fates,
this girl nether wins but stays bak n sufercates distent she takes,
tapin my ourglass, passin up n down, my fate is to late.

funny how poems all ways end up the same way,
begin fine end up sad continus just rest my hed n lay,
sleeps n dreams eco mixin up reality n just plane fantasy,