Gone Fishing

I am uncommon sense

Sits close to abandonment

Learning, concerning

The different between do or die

Each step taken away from

A place of hopelessness

Takes me closer

To building another kind of family nest

There is no inclusion for sick and tired

Nobody close to us and recognize

Only exclusion for us, out there

Only delusion for her, sits in despair

I can’t taste, so beautifully dressed

In the moment will feel this

I fear I could get to feel this

Destined to upon my name

Have around this far from home

The children of the day must ???

My new friends are like that

Mechanism I’m so alive in this

Children of god, the children of the passion

Found a place to express myself

Go on ahead, shadows hold

Circle into the board to get my prayers

Expensive things as cheap as thrill

No such thing as overkill

Children of god, the children of the passion

There is no inclusion for sick and tired

Nobody close to us and recognize

Only exclusion for us, out there

Only delusion for her, sits in despair

If there’s, it’s burning

They’re just lay there, in burning

??? laying there, to eternity

You can’t stop the change in them

It’s easy to mind

I am uncommon sense

So beautifully dressed

My mother’s mistake

My father’s heartbreak

You’re good to on fly this

The colors of paradise

You look practice of realness

She’s so surreal