Stable, the word brings me aside,
Feeling; to be arrived.
Fable, the story of this life,
Seeing; it being deprived.
Bring me forth with this freedom,
I promise to follow ahead and lead 'em,
Though i never thought to see,
I'm here feeling this debris.
The world starts to slander,
All you feel is a bit too planted,
At that time granted,
You mostly ponder:
"What this world is slow, but by far how slow is slower, the night is day, the sight is like when i lay, opposite, upside, bring me forth dear God. What has happen in this period on time?"
The night is day,
The tree is an animal,
All you are left, is as air.
