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Description
Forsoothe the dowry
Of an ill mind
The illiterations
Of a simple kind
Should we crash
Into the tree
Or just continue
Down the street
The swaying of perfection
In the eyes dilation
Could one speak of misery
When all it knows is me?

This question leads to questions
Presumptions shall be made
Can't you see the pain in my hands
As you and I watch them shake

My head is floating in a river
Down the natural trail it flows
And someday soon it will erupt
And to hell in a handbasket it goes

Description
Forsoothe the dowry
Of an ill mind
The illiterations
Of a simple kind
Should we crash
Into the tree
Or just continue
Down the street
The swaying of perfection
In the eyes dilation
Could one speak of misery
When all it knows is me?

This question leads to questions
Presumptions shall be made
Can't you see the pain in my hands
As you and I watch them shake

My head is floating in a river
Down the natural trail it flows
And someday soon it will erupt
And to hell in a handbasket it goes