I woke up in a sad sunrise boredom hitting the base of my mind crunching every angle of my soul.
What to do what to say not yet known.
I look through the open wall entrance of aerobic air freshness for you can add up something in the core of my mind
But to discover, you graceful when silent, atrocious when they noise you.
I rotate with my eyes fixed in you. Enthusiastic is you in every angle I notice you.
Every glance makes me go far but still in your presence.
You became my trustee of ideas for you are my maker
Time goes by and I don't remorse giving it to you cause you always give it back in ideas.
I take a deep breath straight into my lungs only they shout beautiful is nature.