What is there to describe, what feeling is there to enovke, has the english language really become a bg fat joke, what about the struggle, the eye on the prize, what the writing you wish you could revised, life isnt that tough, what about the people, what about the moments you wish you had equals, to stay in the crowd to not live a dream, what to the ryhme, what to the gleam, glare still there, feeding off despair, the heart right here, but giving no care, why should it beat, upon those whish not for it to beat, why should the heart not stop beating for unworthy flesh. I walk around town, still the same smile, stilll the same frown, still the same sound, only a  few beats, nothing really change, only a few cents, gas stays the same, is goes by a little, even for a drip, like speckle, falling of a chip, a chip of true fortune, man, walking through Oregon, California, Mississippi, Florida, and Georgia, This is were I been, how can i not see, see what eyes, flowing through beat, what happen to the time, when words met next, not replay, or previous intellect, we already knew, just needed a reminder, how can i say without the words being on fire, intermission stuff, can cause gender change in the membrane, feeling lame? all the same, how could you ask me for a tissue, crying seems not an option if eyes are with you. for you are blind, and the time is alright, and the time can align on the point you arised, Man many forget who they talking to, but again you dont have no eyes dude….