life is but moment take it serious you loose
that motion why wait for seriousness when
you get on with life and be innocent check
not what you see but what you belief hear
not what false icon comes at you but the
prevailing dead note
so why wait and hear the cries of lost
souls and sitting there mocking you horse
vowels row not the heat of today but that
the cold heart.
serpents movements skyline loosens
shyness showing slip not the coarseness
slap stick kicking with the ape of another
feeling swinging hard from the grape vines
of life
save me from the heat of mine while
it drains me with fast paced rythem
that we call it today times a wasting
set me alight from the forks of today
pumpkins atoning setting high above
the ground from the waist deep.
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