Lead on, brave soul, we are at the cross
Roads field eyes with flames, they toss
Body down the minding sap
Tree trunk cut, this day is tapped
Fortune telling self conviction
Positive affect is just derision
Help the one and only I
It's the way we're going to die
Intro course of devil mead
Barrels honey clover seed
Looking leaning lower down
Inside outside frowning town
Invest it all and win the game
Rest your weary window pane
Repeat again its un of trues
Basic lesson bookish cues
Art it is of museum glory
Faded dust of nonsense story
Life well lived in context purr
Groaning strife a patient stir
Watching food become itself
Raw material blanket on the shelf
Wistful brain is neural path
Reduce my pain to basic math
Roman Ryan 