at the next left
turn back to what I know best
the home of what is left after this
sits behind the grows reality of the breath
defined between two
deciding what rings true
trifling squabbles sing their own noose
crush what they knew
seeing everything branded
and planted on the path
that is less traveled
they are still trampled
now their food for the animals
devouring the seeds like Danimals
placed in the trash receptacle
run from what you are able
maybe we should have listened to the fables
showing who you are
and why you are
the peace this moment can hold
truth be told I'm never growing old
maybe I'll grow some mold
tastes like the whole
of the tall and small
balling out for the mall
I'm not impressed at all
maybe I've gone crazy
what's wrong with that baby
truthfully I'm fully in the truth of it
soothes me to sleep
with the fishes in dresses
testing my ultimate guest list
don't mess with my last question
is for the one in you breathing
untethered from seeing
unbound singing
I'm not done bringing the ringing
hums me to equilibrium
thinking I finally can see them
too bad, it is turning into a trend
sinning for sin
hasn't been working out for this has been
tell me I'm not bad again
I'm telling you straight up
I'm no cuckold
but I can see
you're unfaithful
to what you are told
and what controls your goals
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