Done
Reflection through the lens of lifeless freedom smiles so bent it stands straight truth,cowardice and creeping in towers long stretching far away telling far away obedient youth,there be no strength there no tale or tease no wronging righteous belief no staring behind written stories no less eating but full.in short toward the gelotine
where rhyming stops to lower it's head bow with
messy hair and slumber.
What have we
done to puppets strings a wooden
handle no less of things where
have we gone from cheaters death
no beating pose is reached.shout
against time marching seek not to
stay for minutes sake for this a
letter of filed contempt have won
with only losing,have won.
