Why Calle Me
As the dawn on night struck
by Elton Hazel
It seems like everlasting glazed
Back and forth
Continuing to move in the glaze
Mesmurizing all the unlawful fulfillments thereof.
Times have changed before and after thought
bekoning to my undesigned depleted
It is as though selfless being has invaded
our membered bodies. Why?
Questions are made to be answered.
Think of the time we had the time we shared
and all about the imbodied friction of all
Is life that great? or is it one of our
unfavorable lifestyle of the rich and famous.