Thoughts

Are you the one? You got purpose,you do Blunt purpose, is it worth? Perception, you will say Sharp, is it worth? Doppelganger, yes, not me Short time, blunt or sharp? Perception, beside, real talk?

Looking forward to life, Maybe, it's going to beautiful, Maybe, I won't see it, An assumption, all I make.  I am lost, Yes, it's me,  No, that's not me, I was a dreamer, Faster than a light a tie, I am no old, I feel, It's not about strength, It's about doing for the world. Right now, I am literally dull, It's not, I lost wisdom, Maybe, time moving faster, It keeps jumping for another thing.

I guess ,I was well taught, I strived for more, Now, I have got the only perfect thing, A dilemma, Dilemma, and Dilemma. Silence is sometimes the answer, Sometimes,the fear, Sometimes, the anger, Sometimes, dilemma. Knowing actual thing has been the solution, I can only see things that are meant to, I can only hear things that are meant to, Where is the originality? The invisible power we are controlled by, But here includes no heaven, Fearful for the invisible power, Here includes no hell.

Was it cold or not ? Remembrance, I do not, Well, it is the time, I must do, I must feel. Nowhere, near the lust, Could feel the ocean, Oh! clock's fault, Hold grudges,I shan't. Day dreams and wonder, Afraid, I would see in dream, Well, I shall fly with secret, Babies are naive and loves me.

Breathed desperately, cause I wanted you, Breathing perilously, cause you are with me, Wow! such an astonishment, isn't it? Well, it is not the time and you know. Suppressed, but still alive for the first love, Anxious, that you will not leave, Extortion, that is what you been doing, Naive, I am because I am still in love. And, With all, I found something deep, I have a love for you but not reverence, I have been imperiled, with what I gave, So, I have only the Hobson's choice, And, for the last time! Oh, Dahling, You need to let me be the bird again.

I shall see the words, Yet,I hear only sound, Prisoners in the dungeon, I am convinced, I am free. Well defined, to be reality, Sheep and artificial grass, A satanic temple and all the spells, I am convinced,I am not bounded. All the delicious food daily,I am fed, Why would I seek the ingredient? Not corrupted and trying to make peace, I am convinced, I am counted.

Most made a sound at flight, Didn't land quite smoothly, He flew like an owl, Only had half opportunity, But still made it, Like a butter. Well, it's maybe about patience, Or somehow about few chances, But it's not important, The success is all we hug into, Reaching peak is all we into. A peak of the world isn't high now, Astronomy has been basic but deep, But sometimes gravity pulls so hard, He is all your's - the earth. No perfect body but the perfect soul, Considering has been an option, Now spaceship has been the concept.