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.