A poem by: Lee Sonogan
Good feeling are just laying right there
Underneath the clothes that we wear
Short bursts to ensnare
The rest fall down from the sides of your chair
Is is rare?
For you just to be constant for a while somewhere?
Time, life and mental fatigue
Obeying and rolling with the elite blitzkrieg
Fuck that, chill and start your own league
Contain that feeling you need
Use this power to empower and lead
Even if it need to be force feed
Be like a centipede
And maybe one day you soon, you will succeed
Would judge you if you start now and we agreed