WHAT ME THIS...
I transmit only that, which you gave me,
And this musty feel reckless
In a time that was atrocious and various,
Daring at a more rugged,
Even when life takes
Of this dream lonely wilds,
I surf and face beyond any privateer
While loneliness invades and invests
I cannot and would not have any chance
And luck is on the table now bid
Wearing the feeling I was looking for
From a longer subtle filigrees,
And when you actually fool me
My step-facing different lock-in vain.