Meaningful Thoughts
I can't wait.
So ho was the cake....?
was it fresh,
and made for the home-sake.
Would you relive the past,
or could you let the pass be cast,
all for the namesake of life's true path.
I believe in yourself,
just listen to yourself,
and you'll be out of this thing you call your hell.
I can't be with you,
but with you I'll be,
with the true meaning, fit that I see.
The feeling is happiness.
Even though soon I'll be asking
"What happen to this?"
Short coming it must be,
or good it will not.
That's how life is, it likes to trot.
Whether or not,
you decide,
please don't let me be forgot.
I plan to stay a while.
I like to play,
therefore I like your style.
Let me beget myself
to say it's not love.
It's all the above.
was it fresh,
and made for the home-sake.
Would you relive the past,
or could you let the pass be cast,
all for the namesake of life's true path.
I believe in yourself,
just listen to yourself,
and you'll be out of this thing you call your hell.
I can't be with you,
but with you I'll be,
with the true meaning, fit that I see.
The feeling is happiness.
Even though soon I'll be asking
"What happen to this?"
Short coming it must be,
or good it will not.
That's how life is, it likes to trot.
Whether or not,
you decide,
please don't let me be forgot.
I plan to stay a while.
I like to play,
therefore I like your style.
Let me beget myself
to say it's not love.
It's all the above.
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I can`t wait.
I can`t wait.
