REASON

Drawing with words

This is my dream

Walking the rivers edge

Talking with all the heads

Must be so concious

Of what makes life good

Running through undercurrent

Pressing the delicate tissues of truth

Wakeing to the curse

Of a sunny morning

Working like a pig

Till the rumble of night

Warm winter weather

Soothing to body

Lust in its raw state

Driving me wildcat fighting

To the edge of my fate

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