Maybe, accentuating is thy mind
The views it uses, in contradiction to itself
Made alleged, and think solid of the wind
Of course, there is not an elf
That, its judgements are straight
Not a cross mind, comes
To get it for a fight
It’s just us, and the volumes
When yelling the offspring
Asking the relaxed faces, to stiff events
When it’s an easy string
Away from the flamboyant comments
Just like, in August
It was so hard to adjust
