WANDERING

 

WANDERING



I sold my soul to fill my bowl with instant gratification

And nothing controls more than the hold of carefree recreation

No man’s land prepares a man for the threshold of booty he cannot steal stairs to that which aren't revealed

for the bush let alone the cherry is concealed

And the crossroad unseen unestablished is real

That then stripped of virtue is my pursue This life came without guidelines practice runs debut

It comes it goes It meandering flows

A bud A rose A weed

Compose