Beyond those Blinders!
Your words are not verses; The rhythm breaks like unkempt tresses; Your seas are dry rivers and friendship shivers! I am not a wordsmith; I do not carry your beats;
I decipher life in my thoughts, Sometime reality bites; I saunter in the wilderness of the heart, I maybe the first but never the last.
You have to Live to live; And prepare for the worldly treat; Sometimes you beat the heat; And subscribe to others read.
You may join the union; Or borrow and mislead, You can pamper your mind; Kill your heart and shine;
Its Time!
