write a whole master of works
just to watch them burn
a whole multitude of progress
practice is church
I think I see myself in the sunrise
so full of hope & anticipation
I fancy myself a mountain range
so stable,only eroded by the rivers & rain
In this I take solice
like no fears could ever consemate
not while I breathe
not as this pulse in my heart beats
I drink my cups of coffee over a few graphic novels
quietly as the day creeps
I believe I was made for this.
"how frightning" I think.