Blamelessness,
Innocence;
12.7 million tons of cargo to the land of the poor,
But the secret code of life is about love.
A ripe old age,
Swimming in the river of love to respect your muse;
And like the foothills of love,
But may it be so forever.
Now, all’s that’s
Left,
Is that cloudy
White scum,
That appears
After water
Evaporates
From boiling,
In Life’s pot
And once you lose
That,
You should no longer
Be able to look
At yourself
In the mirror,
Or like Narcissus,
In a pond.
But today,
Like virginity
Integrity,
Is so often lost
Early,
For a certain price
And by a simple slice
From Life, its done
Never more to appear,
Just gone.