Intriguing intrigue, intrigued by a good read. Read for a day as I'm reading away, each page of words at first are blurred, absurd and faded till heard. They come together when focused on a clean shot of hocus pocus feeling light as a feather, is this bogus? Might be a joke to the rest but for me it's the best i have. I must have a lust for glad just a tad to get the trust i had before i was bad. My confidence grows with every lesson known it just takes time to be shown.
I've grown a ways since the good ole' days. I need no praise for all the craze, it was nothing but a rant and rave them days. Just a tad tiddle bittle of an itty bitty riddle that landed me an acquittal. Life is so brittle. Learn what i can and value every human. Even I've been down on the ground kicking a can, trying to understand, I've been that man. Now i have a plan, still i'll not take a stand, what's it gonna take for me to be a showman, with showmanship showing them shit that's never been script, tides of sand, it's when i let it rip never will it quit so quick if i slip i grip the following bit and keep going till I'm calling it fit.
I've bounced back from bouncing back enough times ta bounce, 'm out...
