The vein of my heart endures and ensures,
I just go in and stay upon
capillaries of all jungles those myriad
beyond and above my,
Go ahead bark at me you beautiful cloud.
Keep me in your shit leash.
You’d have better ways to keep me as a rebel.
In my state,
Lest my mind is not,
It will be my demon weapon.
What with I hear I will always allow.
Why am I supporting that is not now then I am to be,
Inasmuch for what it can,
To make me not to be.
Yes you are lurking in and will always.
A gain of loss,
At what advantage all those profits
turn into some disclosure,
Still the same as then at what now
can be understood,
Coz your eyes see none only to compare
the valley despair.
Do the hand of my eye loves a sense of belonging?
Did my eye see the touch of the ears can not follow what is?
Then only in my mind my heart swallows its pride,
than to have a proud life not in shame nor care to blame,
the people left behind who never can follow what happened now
and be kind enough to see how much,
the suffering one can take.
What did my hands hear where the eyes did handle all of these?
When does my ear shut and why must my feet love this hobbit hole in which I am in?
How am I going to handle all of the answers even my heart does mind all of the motions,
and the feelings of all moments passes,
Only the love of a stranger ever grace,
all of this shit,
that I muster.
For the heart and of the mind,
Nor a love of a hand.
But a smile upon your eye or the wink that your ears follow.
Yet only by the love of a voice;
So please carry me into your life,
someone to be in your life, lasting and not lusting for everything.