Poetrey and music, Uncategorized

Always gone my own train

I’m not out of balance

But hitting a volt for you

Maybe I’m not sober but happy

Not for one second would I lie to myself

And a handshake becomes panic

But I will never stop talking to people

Every single is not potential bedfellows

How would I be able to take anyone

Do not mix work and private life

I have further advanced such

Every single time it becomes fights

We have all been painted figures sometimes

But I have always gone on my train