Maybe it Shall Dawn on Me Today

...That the Truth is to close the old. surface for all that lies in peace. good harmony wrestles with my mind as it struggles to release its own tension.

for lovwe that hold the only way to be to find another day. we seek we start on again, about the way we find our friends. dont be afraid to say another day another way. again we are all about the tombs we mend the riddles we soak. oh ho ho and were off again. off to find another friends, this is all over again, again again again again. help help show show. do for me whats done before. it is as if we all are there for there for there we have no hair, to shine to hide are bald faces sticked. upon the rocked mud and lipped where the coast meets the water and the flies do celebrate at the good times they speak all over this agate . the rock the rock i love it so. the rock the rock, ho ho ho. whats the point to speak my mind do acknowledge myself another time...again again i rule this game over we play the hills and rain--it pours on down our time, the hourglass and the mime, he speaks he speaks. i saw him weap. he weaped upon a downed bedsheet. for alas we see our spies of three he hasnt named the only game of two of three of me of he, he speaks no more alas he weeps.