Library

Look A book They say it's for your mental state What if I was meant to hate Is it such a bad thing To have "bad" dreams Of blackness As if that is A dream, 30 seconds The real world beckons You comeback, I do so I mean that, where would I'd go I wish death But I still dish breath Out and in, out and in Out and in, an outing Saunter with the others Their fathers and mothers Greet with a smile nice kid for awhile What's my name What's your claim Who are you What are you Hopefully not, a human Hopefully I thought, consuming My ruminations My illuminations To the yellow side I never liked green, I decide Jump Dumped On your front lawn You greet me with a yawn I simper Things seen simple...