Once upon a lifetime of memory,
whether it was 12 or maybe even at 14.
My life wouldn’t be as much to be seen,
Hardness of my soul would not even be there,
if it weren’t for a friend who would at least,
The best intentions were of your designs,
not mine I complied not because I don’t want to drag a rebellious side,
coz I had to,
What life would have been,
if it weren’t for images of unending lust of my eyes,
love which I wanted but could not have,
The last of the recent events which is now current
of my daily s’s.
Which in turn are deadly to me,
and barrages of non stop S’s;
which I capitulate onto myself.
Realizing and admitting,
I need not describe only to make an adaptation of it,
to know I can try to accept these and make that omelette of lemons.