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Transformation

Go sleep a lamb Wake up a lion Stop eating grass Prefer some beef and wine Stop being scolded Start fighting and mold the molded Go sleep a lamb Wake up a lion

Taking Chances

Catch a bird in your hand Let them all understand The means to your end Before the time is spent Get along by yourself Make it happen Even if no one else is happy Make it happen again

Inadequate

Whisky and cola I love the aroma I can't get enough My liver is tough Time to fold I seek for the gold This is enough The time is rough

Weaknesses

I am just tired From all that has transpired  Some say it's just the way I'm wired But I'd rather say there is a manner The world turns, That leaves us at times with gains And at times with no returns. 

From Down Up

Obstacles over minds and goals Little bird flies alone I wish I wasn't a goner But I'm already gone My life is just a foreplay Before I lie with Devil's wife And then I'm back to the oblivion Gone for longer than long Back to where there is no ride or walk Just an old dragon's smog

Foreplay

Obstacles over minds and goals Little bird flies alone I wish I wasn't a goner But I'm already gone My life is just a foreplay Before I lie with Devil's wife And then I'm back to the oblivion Gone for longer than long Back to where there is no ride or walk Just an old dragon's smog

Nimble

Bitches don't cry And gents don't die One simple question Boggles whole mind Keep simple going Answer is: I don't really know. Keep it stupid simple Because nothing will make you as nimble. 

Attempts

Line after line I still believe in what I'm lying Line after line Where is it my true sunshine?         I'm a joker with insane mind Bloody Voldemort with dark magic In his spine.  I crush my own realm out of time, Line after line, wish there was a switch For a second attempt at handling This poem blind.

The Struggle

Nobody wants to help you They fuck you up and throw you away There is no need in hoping It would work out any other way The truth is you can only rely on yourself So keep trying to mend the reality Upon your own behalf

Lonely

Needle in a hay... Bruised and battered But I stay I would want to go away But the COVID trapped me  And I'm here somewhere  Near the end of day Looking forward to be free and funny, All again, and mad but good in certain way.