pep

from which
went on and on.
from which we all
came to meet,
there's no reason to be full
of such forgiveness
anymore. not if it
doesn't work that way- and
thanks to me, her-
she knows all about you too
and that's why she is not
standing; some things can't live after
looking at what they are.
some can. honestly, truth
doesn't strive. it won't
meet you half way; i
might. but i might be
becoming it by looking: now
i never really sleep, just think
gold on a safe approval. so
what if i know. Why shouldn't
i have these beautiful thoughts?
all i have to do is be-
my country my people
must survive me.
and on and on,