#aweaken

Oh! Ties and socks, Why wont you stop! You are killing our shocks With your stocks ! You need to leave Us in a land With feathers and inscesnes, Or Ag8Ma__/÷ For us to see, we put you on We need a mirror,

There was once a flame Who battled through the winds At first blind to the wind, Then blind to the direction Then intention Knowing not the wind just flows Then taste, then texture then number of support

You got it not by honest means, Just very unlike me, But that won't cause the rain to stop, But that won't cause the rain to stop. In this dirty corrupt game of life, Where deserves get just hope. You

You are but a stick With a plate on top Going around, by will of hand To keep the thing spinning Do not beware, of the wind From the hands, Spinning their plates Cause they are frail, frailer than yours,

What is it worth ? For lipsticks and for gold? Kept away in a cold glass globe Not the type you've been told. Not the type to make the trade Common boy let's live for the day. Jump into muck and make it