I'm a stone throw away from making ripples the smile on my face is making dimples
made it the hard way the road
wasn't simple a boils not a
pimple it's not insane to
squeeze a lemon then ask it
was it painful to endure
it's not a apple anymore face
facts it's a core what's the
difference between the two anymore from the window to
the door many things alike
is all the same in the land of
make believe walking out the
the window looking out
the the door standing on
the ceiling looking at the
floor feeling like a live wire
kindling a strong desire
to catch fire and burn out of control and should it be met
with water let the two not
quarrel do not simmer let boil don't need correction allow it mistakes do not object to the object of exercise it's a purpose
driven life to burst into flames