Bee buzzing in my ear. What is that you hear? He loves me it is so clear so many dungeons and caverns I have crossed. Curses I have tossed over my shoulder. Watch me sit and ponder on the boulder of steel. What do men want? To steal the things most precious?

Games of rhyme and deceptive hearts of yours and mine. Craving some illusive thing Devine. Always searching never reaching potential. Never accepting the consequential revolution with deeds or actions. Forgetting the law of attraction. We falter for half a fraction of what we really deserve. Riding on every nerve instead of the wave of joy.