This ways can't teach from even experience how close to failure I've come and remain, or does the song remain insane again, having to be keen to the wisdom and wit of those selfish and enterprising humans, for all this the fog recedes to the quietude, my quiet dudeness what thoughts are wide awake and still asleep, when they're not connected before my acclimation, avoiding the flow in confronting new ways to waste, the candle burns at both ends of time for the fuse, the powderkeg of wonderment, avoiding the rhymes by speaking of myself, and for all the therapies of sites from social memory again the horn grows from both sides of the brain, just as the complaint that this time should be the best of the graces, or the last of the straight-jacket laces, a pure and subtle complaint is a brink of denying voices in my head in a ship full of soldiers that think my review pallid or my regret lost in the story.
A song in the wind for another time, this to've sung myself to watching again, like training uphill and missing steps positivity honest if not altruistic, describing it as learning, catching myself in the mindless illusion once too many and notwithstanding all too many, as I wait at the laundromat for clothes to dry.
I took initiative at face value in an exploit accidental as vulnerable, hitting the mat.
He tells me to wait, probably a new person in a moment, replay value, radiance and blindly in perseverance are two one day, never would not be too late for the reliance, nay discovery, my story far worse than hers for it can't be told nor time for tellin, memories of family and cast, of training and working, which way from sunday they both pair, never knowing such as whom thereof, my sunrise love, the tears in my eyes the dawn reveals the skies, returning to a song from the past, pain of patience and parse non pas avec moi how long to last, each second unbearable, without the patience.
A few weeks without the overtime should replenish the stipend credit, a few more in causal analysis save for promotions and elevations I've yet to ask for, so unlike me to wait as life passes by, I'll tell you the most truest lies that I don't believe this life of miracles, the gelding training me up despite it being you, the minds come to earth to watch me run in circles, this seasoned thunder a heartbeat brightness burning back the blood of thoughtless and thankless if not the statement of victory that hides us both, my teeth grind like an alice in chains song, after work to train like a man, after death to live like a king, after love to lose like a fool without thee, pauses before ending, there were frames lost in my living eyes, take care of my light work, for there is a day ahead of us.
