Tire swing.
The calm wind in a stormy bliss...

Prize fighter with words.
Every verb I've been...

I'm like neo but more of a poet.
I know it. I think...

Text of poem.
Next to roam...

The following is art.
The following is the hardest part...

RED.
I don't know what I'm doing...

Time.
It moves on...

I'm a ghost of my past self.
I'm an echo of a wall...

Tick tick tick, the sound was ticking. Time...

I'm not crazy. I'm just broken and hazy on whats...
nanananananananananana...