Oh you got the right, my friend.
Oh, how the spirit mends to look,
shows shelter near seeing sites,
The signs so scare the knowing person.
The waiting spirit lends its time;
You are here now!
But the attention I fear leads me to cry for you to depart from me.
The life, your energy is all there, and
you're not just the air in the fan,
You're something, someone, messed up.
Our heads aren't on straight.
By: Brandy Ruiz
