Of youth and young love stories are written and songs they are sung.
Everything is yours — I know. Getting closer perfectly. I am Your standard road. On which You walk and go. Here and everywhere. Stop acting like that earthy worm, Earthy, callous and blind. I recognize with my own eyes. So oft that kind voice would whisper and say. I kept on looking at you. and didn’t pay heed. And I’ve dealt with torment. with the moment. your eyes are sleep but sleep is nil.
Like how there is a rhythm to the waves. Like how a stream can talk to you. Like how clouds can change right before our eyes. Like how a rainbow stretches across the sky.
‘Come and find me, don’t let me slip too deep.’ Only because I failed my own hallucinations. as I questioned the nature. I elucidate my mature.
But then again when I stop to think about it. I don’t want to know your secrets.
