Well what do you do?
/ well I create I suppose, I make, I build, I grow, to unfold.
I write and I riddle. Meddle and dabble.
I laugh as I try to find love in the shadows.
I am not addicted, I say passion.
I am persistent, consistent, if they listen or don't listen.
I see the snakes, I hear them hissing.
I don't fear them it's not fitting.
I am on a mission as I am existing.
I go on, they belittling.
I walk on as feet are bleeding.
I walk on I don't need a thing see?
I sight see the things, that's bliss my friends.
I have so much to say, so much in creation, so I tell you I just can't be involved in the world, it is basic.
I'll have my days off let's face it...
I just won't be long, as then working so long until long I'd be breaking.
I am the last in a line of creation.
The last of the line that might save them.
All the minds they are taking and then slaving.
I am saying that I am making a place for you, a home. Just wait just because I swear I'll take you there!
Some time, just a little time and all is RARE!