From the glaring over the Horizon the scintillating star's stumbling across this tumble let the clearing son storm closest tattered. Remember every state that you take becomes the direction of a new day The written Stars scarring listening to dry seasons of which our life forces drown yet in the mountains shimmering bright light stained accross the rainbow shining memories written by the young in old, a conundrum written across the cast that stands. Little brat fly across the stars, show me new moons yet aiming for the sun something you never saw yet written by the heart. Little body remember, one and two make three, never the fourth in the fifth came the sixth never the seventh well I just ate something The rhythm must flow a melody clustering, rise above evil right in believing. Stone to Hell's Gate, grinding in the oven, oh self confidence tipping in stones really too young written by the ancient When I think of the past it just keeps us the...
a novel in the making