Anonymous
I write to the top of my ability
I switch to the music
as if to produce my writing
but that's not...nor
is it ever ever
were our words are born
There's not a whole lot worth discussing
not a whole lot worth fussing
Just an ever freshness
That brings forth nothing to gain
nothing to fear
nothing to make
nothing
nothing
I see things everyday and the labels come relentlessly
But these labels come from falsity...from conditioning
Seeing is forgiving and forgiving is peace
Peace is allness and allness
is me
Allness is you yet you is all there is
But who is you
well
I hope only soon you'll be true
For in our conceptions lye our pain
lye's the sting
If you'd only let your self
be
and sing