I woke up
Never too far asleep but
My body began to notice that is
And in despair rather hoped for less of that spits
So worked much off that wanted of riches
Only to find myself stuck with
Those who had no mind for the lesson in
And rather through my own dreams bare have stolen of
What did it the moon that
They seem to have borne their own food but
Not yet have I found of
Anybody to prevent their technical worth from
Being over relied upon
As though human worth therein belong
In the shiny lights of
Have the ants of the moon
I could not express to my needs but
Done me the deeds that
And now all over are seeds but
Nobody to care for a plant of
Be sorrow my greeds are of
Apologies Revelations for thus
