get your life in order as i write, this oughta reach you; teach you all the, morals, horrors not to rest on your laurels reminiscing on quarrels especially when reaching for corals swimming in beaches, where weekends are plural my way of thinking is rural let it sink in; how subjective are rules how introspective are you when selecting your views i'm not in a lecturing mood; nor a sexual groove gershwin's my muse, to intellectually soothe & let you all, you i follow, my perpetual view; useless are clues, unless i pursue events i assume... presume, it's how i dumb it down for the room wonder how i consume... devour & how i, shower then boom a flower just bloomed in black & white hues i don't see in color; i see in truth as i muse; i invite you to develop, a liking to my view