Criticizers seizing my inner spirit
The world bore a tangent sphere
A sphere more like a rectangle
No sense it makes .
Dandy fish to be stale bread
It seems foot unrest to mind working
How hard is to , do it today , tomorrow and everyday.
One in a million they said
But the phrase has reversed and the spirit says million in a one …
How far to continue
Mind unrest, foot tripped and heavy weight in a boring heart.
Thee not be a people pleaser as it has corundums .
The spirit of life maynot end
Let it go , live it up.
The poetry be the best companion of the world demons to the rescue..
Criticisers you can’t be me and nor me be you..
Wave off , cut off chase it for yourself
