Where To Go

Where do I go to, to go through no loss & no gain, no faith with no distaste for the great or the ugly?

I'm up wind, you're a foul stench, I'm opting, you're a couch wench.

I'm oscillating, you are forming a ta-ra.

So I guess, I'll see you later and foray another day.

I thus may forestall and rewrite what it's like to spit fire and ice on the mic.

Call attention and hype towards these witnessing acolytes.

And I dare declare.

I'm a fair sight away and in the first light of the day, I'll spit ice and then fire.

Call to a higher power and pray then begin the foray!

Stay another day.

She must of had it going the other way.

Mad I was lusted by the grace of her face.

Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no answers but you might interpret this verse as the surface appears and the meaning clears.

You'll start to peer and trow that somethings there but no.

There's nothing there but flow.