Truly you must be God,.
It answers to me too. My thoughts
My dreams and ambitions,.
I see the costs as they create,
And didn’t I ever see no more,
To blanket statements common themes,.
And ultimately taps.
Clicks and patterns and silent lurkers
It’s all got it under wraps and brats may stake my tomes, but surely books written say no more loans. If that were true, I’d never work, it’s never work, would it be, if I were free, to see a hidden you and me.
You are you and you be me, you be ever more sudden free, you be too and I be then, I’d be something more and when, some dark magic, some in curse, some intertwined weird universe, to stay grounded, means less of rhyme, and keep it coming, never mind, because your change, is perfect too, perfect isn’t perfect loop.
Clear & Precise Resumes 