Om not on the go,
Om on the flow you know.
It’s the black crow that shrieked a complete freak of nature.
It’s not the cure and now I’m sure those inhibitions,
Time turned into intuitions.
And to honor my fruition
Into a new beginning where I’m not spinning on the point of a top
That’s winning the award for revolutions
And personal bombastic
Intrusions.
And this delusion,
Wake me up I did indeed
And fight for the speed to the next best pit stop…
Hippity hop hop.
><)))*>...fishin food for thought...
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