Finding Our Way

It is hopscotch, in essence, that guides me to the avenue of prophecy. I have no dreams, no parites, no deceit. I am just me. I have walked the halls of Edinborough with no feeling at all. There is no reverse for my purse. My whole life I have seen myself as mediocre and I have had very little encouragement. The waves that come my way tell me that I am nothing every day. I see a penny on the ground as too tiring to pick up. There is no luck, there is no candor with thieves. I keep it all behind the scenes. I speak of pleasantries even in a dungeon basement. Swirl around me and I will contribute little. Be free and stay away from me is what my visit does say. Cheep cheep birds around me. I open a field in my mind today to create properly. He is with me. We will play in the valley and move the sheep. Your herding sense is invisibility. It is not perfection that you have, but hopefully you do aspire to be perfect greatness. This is just you and me. Who cares what the big three do every day. I want a caring tender of my infinity. Relate primarily verbally, and we will be a less that is more. Good is helping me create a place of safety. My experience is far too severe to be earthly anymore. Your flow rotates air currents. I am the jet in the distance. Together we do not need a plane. We must sequestor in nature, to keep the poinson of insanity away from you. Take responsibility. You have no faith. Have perfect BELIEF in me in the thickest of the thin. They know not the trouble they are in. Palm print on pane of glass. I smile in my brain as you drive them completely insane. No police will ever be part of my reality. They are far too dilapidated for our own good.