I'm writing with every quotation as my sensation
With elaborate details as the realization
Taking a canvas and drawing the trees
Taking a canvas and drawing the seas
It is all bubbling over.
Sitting here with kettle I'm stirring
With my eyes I'm blurring
With my mouth I'm splurging
In the depths of my own existence
There is a being who lives
Sometimes he is of the great
Sometimes he is the snake
Each time something new
With my imagination unglued
Fall in love with the fellow will you
Mellow the anger
Bring up the sadness
Turn it in happiness
It is my creation
It is my revelation
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