putting words together so that they will form a melody in a heart that wants to rhyme sentences that complement each other almost perfectly from another place and time i walk within the treadmill i do not make a sound i’m waiting for my love to come around giving all of my attention to everyone i’ve ever loved in the need of intervention or a hand from up above magic in the sense of living life the way it’s meant to be when i touch you in my sleep this planet is a place of love and hate as far as i can see i have both inside of me so many times i’ve wondered if i will ever learn just to find it less and less of my concern giving all of my attention to everyone i’ve ever loved in the need of intervention or a hand from up above all i have to do is mention what i do in times of war it was never my intention giving you a last resort