The Shadow

If you follow a delusion, it’s bound to make sense, eventually, just go, what can, keep you from it, under, skirts, and key, meow, new and fresh, out, of Baseball cards, one day, we'll go fishing, by the river, a walk under the moonlight, too few, in sight, target, socket, screw, wrench, just men, a friend, please, do you know anything, about lawnmowers.

Chains

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I'm at a point in my life, where I don’t have any freedom, and to assume I do, would be a mistake, it would cause me, to de-sync, and re-make, decisions, because they were wrong once, twice, just rivers, because you know what, I'm not nice, we must all play nice, eat rice, I'm not that, mountains, the moonlight.

Ice Fishing

I'm a perfectly crafted machine, I don’t want more, perfectly content, to be what I am, in my bubble, the Hubble Telescope, a grand achievement, a birthday party, some coffee, and tea, am I late, a monk, a layman, is this the right way, to the party, on the moon, the rebels, and the lemons, and freedom, and the LGBTQ, and what else is new, a memory, of a dragon, and thunder, Mount Vesuvius, boom, fly you fools, too soon, I'll believe in love, in New Moon.