Bite tongue harmonies splintered by what ta do right for wrongs sake and small stuff out of the way.

No true measure of the ripple of conversation piping ignorance to delicate traipse bounded by revolution and peace.

Lost completely in choir preaching and sheep herding breaking through a screaming silence wanting no more less common sensibility dangled out of reach with family loyalties.

All pretentious images mounted on the wall of my stare hoping to

pop open your eyes

before conflict aRise