The Return of my Nonsense Rhymes
"Getting used to another role of familiarities;
Feeling of undecisiveness, confusion, realities that break us down into what we are not;
My mind turns and twists and bends to find my heart soul harmony of the society seen neglect its own shade;
Words of forever, words of always, words of everlasting happiness and scolding memories;
Seeing not only smiles, but unfolded treasures of nothings that shall never be concealed;
Over and over and under and under, drums and beats of scales not used to;
Cracking into pieces of thousands yearning to reconstruct a better anew;
Without thought, that destruction cannot find its new ways;
Brown cannot find what is truly there's;
Let the sphere of living life forces just signify the undeniable seasons of others."