February 2, 2013
Just a second, just a second, and I'll be back with a tech nine. I'm freewriting if you reckon, think I can become creative, cause I am native in rhythm and rhyme don't you hate it. Open a create and take out something fantastic, I have lyrics in mind my mind you can't grasp it, laugh if you wish, rash like a lisp, slashed like the bliss in the world, it is what it is. It is. It is. It is. It is. Existence. Like a mist. Drifting away with the wind, can't you begin, to see the world new.