All this work Im starting to feel like...... the lost one on a journey with no worries without a companion its starting to bore me but surely rushing is not the thing to do... Breathe... walk around.... smile and Im back to it stuck to you like the genetic code embedded within to your DNA.... Free falling in a memory of love it took my breathe away your destination is a raffle in a lottery box number ticket with mathematicious digits computer coding but dont get addicted because thats your ticket to the furnace gates and dungeons..... this isnt a dragons tale or about princesses held down by witches spells snuff some snow they call it white but its natural thats life youll be alright all this work Im starting to feel like Im lost but itll be alright my journeys just begun my ancestors fought but found freedom in the sky blow out the candles and still gimmie the light.............. jah rastafari my roots lock tight 500+ years later now ima great debater morphing nouns and verbs into emotional avenues of city views down streets with white vans that creep just just just please....... dont be another statistic that stained the concrete
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 04:10:39 +0000