I Have

This is a weapon I have.

It's sharp and the question I have.

Is this a blessing or a lesson to threaten the Heaven I have?

Where's the lessons in guessing how many lemons you have?

How many seconds you have.

How many sections you grab.

How many mentions in your reflections you mention to rap, that your ascension was flat.

Your attention to the tension was apt.

Your connections a map.

Your attempt at attempting to adapt.

If there's a method suggesting to have an exit, that method is a trap.

The coalescence of senses, the presence of questions, desperate to attract.