I was prperly answering
your questions
It's not even twenty
to eat in portions
The answers bloomed
not for what flower I pick
Life is just a comment
but taken like a picnic
If fancied lightly, piecemeal
Jolted freely as my will
When jarred, olden sill
To find but very real
Then demons as we all
angels are good
But they both agree
In some thought would
Personalities
we hide and show
Turning entities
outside time's window
The grainy study
Of mankind
Assertive because
'Tis not refined