It's not a case of skill babe, it's a case of how much you are willing to forfeit. There is no hidden meaning beyond whether you can or cannot commit. If you're still in this scripture which was preordained: a product of your birth-time, your parents and your place, have you considered that you are not you but something kind of perverse? I hope you do before your last moments curtail you and you see that you were.

Deep inside your heart there sits a silver chair in which you long to stretch your legs and wet your head into the water that comes crashing down...

down the tree-top-view I walk and it haunts me to be left alone but that is because I see it for what it is. And it's only what I determine it is. And in my sullen thoughts I found you naked too. It is over this that I will misconstrue myself for something bigger than this, but it is all it is, it is what it is, it is it is it is.

And when everybody walks to the rhythm I will know that I have sung some kind of truth. I don't think Diana Ross knew that she was singing true when she said everything is me and everything is you, it is it is it is.

There's a willow in my head for I always had an affinity for that word ever since I was small and I think Pocahontas kept it in my brain. That is kind of how I feel when I am soaking up the thrill and I am vibes in a moment in a motion.

Recognising myself in a mirror is not how I feel for I am not the vessel I am the experience it bring. And there is moisture on the headcap for I love you deeply. And when I buried my head in the sand I was hurting only myself. But the fact is that these truths were a blessing when I was commit. And I no longer long for sex instead I have been making love. For that is what I am and I see now that is all of us. And you are still somewhere in your callousness but a day spent living right is a moment that I will know.

Thrush me to the wind over a year in my sin for a lifetime in the dark is a paler kind of living. And the water wick me out of your cement. I've melted to the fabric I repent. There's fixtures on the walls that do not represent. When your will is strong your body will lament. I've nothing but a feeling left.