Wild thoughts - KingBrush
Gently, did I sit,
When thoughts to my head flow.
I think not of fame
Nor did I of money.
Man must bite,
What and while he can chew.
Hay, man must make
While the sun shines.
For if he does otherwise,
He shall not get his desire.
Tis the truth
And no fallacy.
Into deep cognition,
Let us all fall.
Sourdine, have our predecessors been.
Voice out, we shall.
To enlighten others, we shall talk
To preach this gospel, I write.
Tis the truth,
And the world shall see.
KingBrush®
©2017
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