Training my tongue like a small boy,
Moving it back and fourth,
Just to make noises that jovially,
And truly unwound my lazy mind.
It goes black and write in white,
It goes dark illuminating light,
I follow it like a tathered herbivore,
Without a link to my destiny,
The only hope,
Is my desire to see in reality,
My only joy,
Is my destiny in clear sky,
And to see my dark side damned.