Believe To Adapt (With Tarnished Tools)
2-7-19
Among Saint John of the cross of my shame
More than that within us well for you to know
This week I need make it work for the rest of us
And let not empty pockets get the best of us
Treating tenacity as a tool
Not to tell a tale of a tarnished toy
For daring dark night of my faith
Don't miss the sunrise as to mind satisfaction
In naught all for sleight of hand and twist of fate
As to reinvent and reevaluate in all transcendence
The morning is my soft spot today
As to believe to adapt.....
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