When life seems as it took the wrong u-turn
The vision between dreaming thoughtfulness
Becomes shallow of your own ride between these 4 walls
Called the struggling wall of your own theory
From the destruction of your own pass of built struggles from others
Laughing but creating there own fictional character
Not knowing my struggles deeper than the roots of its self
Than thee ocean pit of the bottom of the swamp seas
And the wooly wool deepest blackest green part of of the creases of each tree
Running across and under neath each
Gliding swiftly tree
Passing each and every one of my struggle words by the garden of the leaves
Advertised it as pain
But me knocked the pain down to my struggles of my strength
The one thats being describe is that 3 image kind
Called the built up Crooked eye
Staring a far
Hope you loose your leaves behind
For more you turns in your life
So think don’t ride anothers journey for your thoughtful u-turn ride
I can dream of my own struggle of my own hope and dreams
