And so supposed right ones rite the things that our written word should right...Is it age, experience, inner might or simply sight of what's concise in our destined manifesto? For it's written as we go on; go forth. We have set expectations.
I'll just let the rotten things flow out; discard, have you. Count the blessings; and the saintly wishes granted on my ledger build. We could all be more grateful. But I have a hunch that there are some that want and want and don't receive...unfortunate I say. Use all senses and you will perceive.
So then the circle comes full; and the idea of balance is one that becomes blurred with the demands of so much social change. Lonesome yet beautiful. English syllables can't suffice descriptions of changes we feel. Age is one determinant of explicitness. Auld lange syne.
Let your soul love; but make sure to love your soul.
I'll just let the rotten things flow out; discard, have you. Count the blessings; and the saintly wishes granted on my ledger build. We could all be more grateful. But I have a hunch that there are some that want and want and don't receive...unfortunate I say. Use all senses and you will perceive.
So then the circle comes full; and the idea of balance is one that becomes blurred with the demands of so much social change. Lonesome yet beautiful. English syllables can't suffice descriptions of changes we feel. Age is one determinant of explicitness. Auld lange syne.
Let your soul love; but make sure to love your soul.
