when i turn around they say you are frozen to the spot. your part will come someday when things does not muddle over certain surfaces. Bring the life of a saint to front and the incomplete union will indefinitely accentuated. I will not wear you down in an enclosed space, i will wear you out at the wide open space. The elephant and the duck stares as you rest your hand on your head heading up to the stars. Screaming youth oblivious to the happenings around them, succumbed in their own life and priority, the world does not matter, the life of others does not play important part in their ever eternal life. a song playing through your thick head and giant wavy hair come to a point of real curly hairdo. the president doesnt live here and no one of his stature may embrace this soil. your look epitome sadness and utter anguish. no more handshakes no more science experience experiments.

They sequestered themselves there, as always. I might be wrong but where is my sworn life? I used to think and sing that there is no future to dream about. Let's go down to the lake, there's nothing to see. What will I do? Start again, begin again at the edge of a square, walk it through over its physical space. Words are spreading out, come again? Nothing spectacular, just the ordinary simple yelling. Falsetto whining, drum beat in accord with the tambourine shake. Decline, detest, saying no repeatedly with distorted face. No sounds like know. You have to piss on the rain again? you have take the piss at everything. When I turn around, you stiffen my spine, the boy look up at me, i look back at him, staring nothing. I will paint my own life at the distant corner of my right hand. Yellow baby, gawking eyes wondering for some comfort. This heart, too many holes and patches shaking violentlty waiting for the alarm clock to run out of batteries. Ruptures of volcanoes ensuring the deadly work. they dont speak for us, stoic approach with the carbon monoxide. This is my final fit, my final bellyache, no more tears no more hearfelt sadness, please please.

where did that stuff come from, what made you want to make that sound heard? you have to piss at the rain, drenched your jeans with your sweet manly sweat. When you done with it, you lick your upper lip and draw your attention to another corner. Stride, like a midnight cowboy, holding tight to your invisible guns, rightfully at each hand. Smirking while glancing to your left, saw young, young people sitting. laughing their heart out, idling talking about their next conquest or adventure. You still have not figure out what you are goin to do with your next life.