mist in my eye, unveiling them with determinations of desire.
the boars crush, my ordeal I seek not to solve but with tantrums I burst.
seem to be mine, so much for the race but to end with a thin line
myself moving from place to place but near to the floor.
I couldn’t cover that much on fours.
pair? I hope crutches are near for my fate is not to share.
resort to a heart that cares. This mystery demystified, but rumors carry a
truce so that for the truth we may lie…