We trip into ourselves
A genesis of gratuity
Need to be new to me
Like a prayer like some scrutiny
Peers of punity
Fears made me mirror me
A loss from the news
Blocked a few
Toss of energy
Blossom of memories

That is the future
Because this is the present
The words are easy to mince
Excuses vary like a volley
The numbers were never witnessed
The watch and wait
Numerical wasn’t given
But we gave in
Thoughts lie like a litter
Blame the mind
Can’t tick the same box twice
You pick the men
I’ll stick with the mice