Again disguised disgusted distinguished by the faulter
These things I see yelling fleeing smiling
Living in the now then future
Breathing the pollution of the past present
One day the scale will tip
I apologize ahead of time
Because clear enough I am in thought
That I fear the psychic abilities I acquired
Never ending ripple this stone that did not skip
Too heavy to play too plain to keep
With thorns that pierce unapologetically
Made of materials that do not add up
I sink you sigh
Disregard what you don't understand
Not worth the energy to decipher
