If my eyes were swings
My nose would be a slide.
I hear voices
But they do not rumage for answers.
Contagious lonliness
Just want love
Too much wanting
One will never have
Eat lettuce
Not chocolate
Save the minstrals till one appreciates.
Yet again an island of lonely love.
Run from the rum.
Rumaging for answers I run.
I will be ok.
