Everything is crazy. My time here in Houston isn’t time for contemplating, or pause for hesitating. Even when I’m stagnent my life is separating. Constant tales to spread about times of simple congregating.
It never stops. Vigilant, ideas of cops, we cause the game, and only hate when the reality pops. But really it’s been real all along. We all sing a song and differentiate between the message huh. Who are you to say it’s true? Or claim that it’s false. Everything is cool until direction hits the walls.
Either way there’s More to come