I jog away the days in the afternoon,
I hustle the lights at night, I whistle in silence just to calm the thought,
I settle the relevance of violence,

I once made a wish, I forgot the importance,
I am living this day and I realize that the wish was then time…
Behold when I want, I should…
I stumble across my roots, they cut me down,
I grow and they slice me over and over again,
They torture my brain

I once made a wish; and trust me, today…
I live only for hoping, the wish I made,
Ruffles me in groping, was not I,
Reflections of then, and now, I remember how;
“They were trying to Make Me Surrender”

A once begotten name, anyway, they all sound the same
I stood erect; amazed-surely this is not the present
This is surly not the past; this must be now…
As I stood wondering and thoughts freak my mind; I realize, this is how

I noticed a scripture this night;
“Spoken about face to face with the all mighty”
Reigning as vagrant seems-I strobe the essence and railed the road,
Somehow shivers and rhyme stowed and smoked the presence of restless game
Pre matured are the singled blind; the ones still striving the toad

Roadless wagons yet to fling another wheel,
This is but only a shame
Fleet me hind and stroke me sudden bind
So are the ones I speak about-yet to make stubble turn into grind
Stout forth, ageing eternal claim,
So we realize the truth about relentless shame

I once made a wish, a struggle for the weak,
The meek and the ones who seek
Behold; this is not the perfect rhyme,
My wish scorching essential slightness reeks,
Red and white rose, those to fight against endless world struggle and famine,
Dull the way once traveled, close the cluster,
The restless and the all mighty tavern

I once made a wish; behold all my dreading psyches,
To become eternal forgotten rust
I once slaved the must, knowing the ones, my friends,
The ones I can trust,
I once faded the light, dimming the smooth as I speak,
Still long and vague is my fight,
All bright and yet dull assume the distance a sight