The degrees get higher as the world connects
a haziness overflowing that you cant detect
the clouds of our minds keep blocking the sky
the lost quit searching and one would ask why
gray skies, who would choose to be forlorn
if given the choice why would one remain torn
this picture depicted is one you may reach
if flavor is needed, say nay to the peach
you must not get it twisted, but rather twist it yourself
you cant choose a candy's flavor if you buy from the shelf
walk through the fog and always run in the maze
till your finally free and receive the last daze
View User's Journal
TRASH!!!!!
 |
FreshDemon05
Community Member |
