But none too enmeshed for tallying to dead notes, enamoured by sunset streaks forerunning the course 'till heaven's swept clean
Oh dour why sour the mash on the hops of a frog when the dusk entails one's love to swing out of balance?
But maybe just let me look on Life empowered so fresh let's leap to the sky or keep it that way...
And me for this me let this me make much clear that I am not yet so much as to stop my fights or flights for a better today!
For it's far beyond a farce to think that lowly me could ever make up for the loss of one's spine or lack of backbones
Forsooth for this me is still sharp from the last battle but with thirst for sadistic wordplay still not far from his mind
Oh well absolutely much thanks that this path of his it contains no more of cadavers that would stop him with stench, try me for size!
And so I would once again try to resume my walk home that even that I didn't know how it looks like
For some reason or another the future is never for anyone of us to see in its entirety, damn it but true
And so do take my regards and shove them to wherever it is in this God-forsaken land that one sees fit
For I am definitely out of here before anything bad happens to enchant me, to explain much too plain so I'll leave you all at that!
Good Night.
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2013
