paragraphs driven and my lyrical incision writes
by bye agenda's , my worries will suffice
grocery store crashin' , not for the poor but I've right
leaving breadcrumbs on my sketch marks and I'm gone for the night
and I'm fog , trying hard to clog all the lights
in awe , like the stars are at odds of my shine
moon roof's in my mobile apartment , and the evenings' will not part
son set chasing , leaving all my bars
to their placing - - but the scheming will not start
free from keys , believing I am smart
how can i get in , if my seeing is not sharp
and my bleeding is an art
and the surgery isn't worded perfectly
and the treating went as far
luckily the antidote can assist
with a shift
and the foreseeing of the car

no words......for all my fallen
get up winter ya too close to autumn
one time 4 spring along wit summers garden