I smile, at thought Spirit needs no support, but a path,
And it’s funny, cause its always beating its wings, about you!
And I don’t care, and that I don’t care is not true, i smile because lifes imperfect, which is not an island, which is me and you, and
I’m odd,
Why cannot it be the way I say? I spin all day, do you?
Spun oddly accepted I felt when I was with you…which was, perfect, us a pair
Odd but true
The offbeat path, that was us two,
There’s oddness in utterance, the world on its axis,
Life’s deep fake, now, eh?
The world still in stillness, the heart an utterance of you,
Heart, on path an utterance of you, in stillness
And you but a butterfly!
Spirit, asks whats true? south of perfection,
Me deep fake truth, inside out, feeling alive, loved,
Here oddly beating on laughters wings,
Life needed you!
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