Plane shift

The game discontinues its repeat/ You've lost the long yard/ Where have you reached this far/ May I have the space now/ I'm appauled/ A coward to my own will/ When I knew there was no limit/ A line tortured so delicately/ There began as others would say, the life of the unbecoming/ I stop running/ I started to listen/ Lost, gone in the wind/ To find the beauty in the beat/ lime light glows in my corner/ I feel so much better/ So complete/ Back to my old self/ Plaine-old-unique/ Thank you Lord for you gave me this gift in which I preach/ AMEN William K. Butler