i just wrote a poem, i felt like i had to, and when i finished, i saw what i wrote, i saw it in different levels of consciousness
I 'twas like, fifty shades of grey.
Oh how, ill-gotten, of me.
It forceably was me,
Upon thine hands, across still waters.
Responisbly is thy me,
It's got to be, It has to be.
Oh, How The Captain,
If shall, it be me,
Or The Admirable;
Or could it, or