I guess I’ve just felt like making words rhyme lately. This shall pass I’m sure. I’ll be back to posting random ass artistic videos and what ever lameness catches my eyes. Obviously I’m speaking to myself here since no one reads my blog.
They see the look in his eyes, he flies high as the kites. The sky is just might, the top height of his flight. This guy in his fight, won’t be dying tonight. He’s shinning as bright as your guidingest light. But ain’t no disguising his fright, he’s applying it right. Trying his might to acquire the life the was robbed at first sight. Mind you the one, that battles this fight, will soon overcome, as he has seen the shinning light from his Sun.
Ps. “guidingest” is not a word.Read More