No need for friends to depict who I am/
The whole circle entirely is the same/
Depends where you bend/
Backwards has your spine feeling to erupt/
Werent you going through humps/
Oh so dear to me/
But so are my feelings and production in lyfe/
I picture myself walking fearlessly/
Without a burden/
Excuses to murder the messenger went wrong twice/
Trifling/
Frontward motions hold nothing dear to you/
For I move without a sound/
Ready to take off with who and wherever/
Not everyone reads the same page/
Shook from departure/
But I am surely.../
Better off
William K. Butler
