Something pinching my mind
Like rolling on a balloon
Scarcity camouflaged to happiness making me fool
Rare pearls take me to the cloud top
Suddenly thorns blossom to instill the fear of falling
Like my destiny looking at me with one eye winked
If someone is not uttering doesn't infer that that's mute
But last night born don't have brain to think
You need coloured fur to infer others and move further
Lived an atheist and never prayed still got gifted a curse
Understand being a child that nature won't nurture to move further and conquer
Just go to walk but first pull your socks and make your life a coloured picture
Or else people will make my stammer my crest
And yeah,THAT'S JUST not MY seveRE FLEX





© King