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Dan Schwartz
For me sentence structure holds no bounds
Making paper create and gestate with new sounds
No once gets my flow
I hold it while everyone let’s go
I need my style to make my eyes wild for longer:
A short while
The wind shows everyone what my eyes see
What?
You do see it?
I do
He does
She does,
He
She
And
Or
It does
Sight finds minds in all kinds of binds
How are you so blind?
Look around and see what all this insensitivity does to someone like me…
Emotions smothering my sixth sense
On a different plane
Haunt me
My way is this
Yours is old hat
My money is on my mind and my mind is on that
I’ve got no fear to face but the face of myself
I see that now
I’ve got not shit to run me down
My past is in my past
My future hasn’t been
The present means my presence in a room in the dark.
I’m hated on and pissed off but it’s all good
I care not
Like Yoda said, do or do not, there is no try
I’ve got to take it to the heart, take the heat, use my head, and heal or go to hell…
Why do I care?
I don’t
I Do
Do I?