My cloud had storms where thoughts were stout Brainwaves let these surf to my shores aloud I release and my matter only matters as I amass to fill in what goes after Read this and think if you haven’t felt whispers from laughter I’ll pursue like my road has no splits My path is dirt while others gold I could’ve ripped I’m at a process where I wonder if wondering Could last longer if I long for a trip I get a grip like last clip and a life is between me and Whoever harbors hatred, I don’t miss Unless it’s horizons that curve and cause me to reminisce If I bend llight will shadows follow in my daily wish
_____________________________________ No need to get my mental status cold stressin