The lucks pass by the dog shit i step,
tells the day will come.
God's Judgement and the words condamn.
With the punishment and forgiveness,
is the thick cloud cover my adjustment.
Wake up better ignore the paranoid mentality.
Accept the truth our origin is the heart,
not the center of creativity and thoughts.
After a low day of all those bads judged.
As empty as the no plan tuesday afternoon.
I went out for a chance for a ping pong partner.
For a new uptempo character to spend the days.
And the warring rain pouring from the sky.
Not as depress as the feeling of my own.
But the bad timing of first time,
with the inevitable cognitive mother nature mind.
Miss the chance of playing and then do write.
Like the rain water cleans my doggy poo shoes.
To know the denominator by the sum of the numerator,
in result of the future creativities..
I wish no more confront to stay.
In the rythm of an eternal heart inside.
I reside the warring rain.