who is this is identity unknown dropped in the distant
sun setting quietly being blown off a cliff and left for life to mold
a moldy barky tree torn from the roots to be reborn as new..
but the winds have blown it away before it seeded sprouted and grew.
wut can i really do to stay true to you and i, the human eye
spots stupidness.. and lies as well as the truest blissful highs..
a kiss goodbye.. a kiss helloh.. makes the hell go away a bit..
till i slip into the realm of scaley hips unvieling failing flicks..