My Backless Dream
My Backless Dream
When the optics are unsealed
It should catch
The equated brimmed bars
Of everyone's being where,
A beast fingers himself low than a bug
And being best half of either
Seemed getting a hug
A life with all somberness excreted out
Buff of glory teethy looks and only hearts that stout
Bins all heavier by margins of the brow
In-fixed by everyone "one'll get upshot of his sow"
Suss out same as a stick instead being a old man
Nothing is out, be the you and you do can
Where lexicons buying grudges
For difference and favoritism
People opt to lay for others' forfeiturism
In the happy ending
Not being the souls must subsist for souls
Instead of stealing lips for self goals
Gift others with diamonds of glee
Bank on me, every grief will go on flee