It’s a page I’ve got, I’ve got to cross-check because it’ll disappear, Like the time has passed and that, which will, To the point it ever was, till the point it ever will. Blue, green and brown, yes, they’re…
As much as my thoughts have taking strolls in oblivious streets at odd hours, For my people as much as can lend support for as long as they can, As much as my being tries to trick me of my…