Lost in the rushing blood
The agony of an agitated butt
Can be a pain for an insecure gut
Holding these thoughts,
the most senseless of the of the lot
Bottled up dramatically of all
Standing amongst unkown
In the walls of jungles
Whaye the inequality ?
Seem to figure not
Floating towards uncertainity
The rise of shine through vast lands
Thick greens and floating bands
Is the sight, shivers my bak
Arises the question while a roll in hand
Feeling each moment to beat
For time has suddenly lost its ceed
For whom, what, whaye, when, and houw ?
Preciously are the seeds that begin to creep
Standing tall between content and rippled
With the wild breeze swirling across
Sight the treasure ,
the gold that you reap on
Its tough to recall the last heart beat
As the glaire of the morning ball rise above the distant band
The first smile that you cherish upon the
Moment that your happiness is of.
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