What is it about,
Why I am always thinking,
How i came into questions that
Does it ever anyway?
Leave it as it goes,
To let it go behind
The wall of
Of the love that was
Of the time was
All the longing of dwelling on and the
Past that flew in and out
Of the life that spent on
Repetitive mindless dribbles and squabbles,
Prideful grudges and stoic cynicism.
So it seems any of somewhat vices that held or lost,
Then please do held your senses responsible,
Not your behavior,
At least admit it to your attitude,
Unless it was intended,
Unless it was intentional,
For it was the brain all along that held you,
In all that was,
Can you try,
Just to adjust but not change,
Your cellulite and the scars that held you in pain,
And bathe in the rain.
what do you do,
then it happens,
the past is,
the past was,
That present moment where it does not hide.
that does not care.
That is the Jesus message that makes me divinely blessed.
So do I dare compare the contrast,
the Why do I even do all things
I can do for tomorrow,
coz I will be looking for optimum optimism in sacred places in between.
Share a song,
Love me a line,
where my ear would be kind. . .
to listen in,
to hear you say,
make me a new disciple of your way.
Then Believe on the backbeat of a Starr,
Listen to voice from Cash,
and let a Harrison’s guitar
cry each tear ’til,
Bonham comes as zombie animal
so that Plant can wail again.
Recipe for a better cake,
Then sprinkle green dust, as your worklife begins,
which can be better if you knew where and when
in a corporation of lives
that matters to what
Take a time and sip
while doing a part time,
hold it as much as you can, before
u have potential for a managerial position.
Then wait forever for a soul mate,
that love’s you in and out,
before you hold a line,
Also bake one single baby inside her,
wait for 9 months,
as the cake 🎂, gives you
where life begins at single warmth in
each day is cake,
it takes a whole lot of patience,
to eat a life of
As Lady Antoinette once said.