they begun.
they kept on down the road.
the destination, no one knew
not even they.

mold it based on my desire
too early too late it wont matter
as long as i am in control
of it

pull away
and reconstruct your magnetic touch.
lay it down dont go cry
about it; release dolorous
cockamamies and attack
my reputation.
no one to hear
in a room with a view,
put a bandage on your kitty
scratch.
written in images that have no meanings
that i cant decipher
squeeze me in, wait i was never allowed.
never enough yet content that i should be.
i am happy with what i have
i want to juice it today
i just dont know if tomorrow is coming