Incognito

 Of true identity...

the magic of the chair just wanna tell us things..paradoxical and it works..

Semantics, inscriptions, codices of position of indifference..

my cogitation much troubled me, my countenance changed in me..

life flashing before me, into the future..we become that which we can survive in..

the favourite case is the one before for regrets requires age of wisdom…

emotionally drained, pushed out of the limits..the victim of own confidence…

talking to the hot pocket for its cruel to correct 'that' way..there is no correct way to dancing, dance your way..

the intensity in the presentation as interest in 'it' already paid…

a person of colour, a land of origin...

 

The more things change, the more they remain the same...

as looking for diamonds and digging for gold..

as making your distractions work for you, as cognitive performance..

If I said it, its my prayer..as of necessity, doing what we can, when we can..

a commitment to see, the gone conclusion...nothing as hard as simple leadership…

predator killer move maybe the 'hit' for a package deal…

finder's keeper and losers' weepers..sorry we got caught..

you don't have to commit a sin and then have us all feel sorry for that it had consequences..

 covering the spread for without action there's  no juice...

when we dig deeper, will become strangers..opinions posting for odds…

the fun stuff and the hardwork wanting a 'do over' as quick as we get it...

the right thing is never kind..

 

 The witness of history are of the real version..a witness cannot witness itself..

 everywhere we look, just postcard's..relationship currency, money has different names...

the top end always survives, the chickens comes homes to roost…

Time is a blessing, for we get what we say..the world meets us half way..

we endure on behalf of the commitments for seeing what they want you to see...

every victor is a victim, none wins at war…

age deepens all feelings for we live for others an dso learn from others…

a questions of wishfull thinking as a question of reality…

being mad expresses how sad we are..

 

Taking me for a fool I've never been as of the world’s smallest violin…

everything is impossible until it happens…

as of going in with a vasectomy coming out with a date…

for taking the taste of food out of the mouth sounded desperate...

for there is a name that fits a child and also appropriate to an adult...

a full house and a psych-out..all that is well ends well…

there is always a comeback, a surprise also to the one to be back...

it sounded desperate but then no judgement…

for Light is given to the one whose way is hidden.