Babe. I had to let her go, somewhere else I ll never know. A love i knew, now i weep for a love i have forgotten, the streets empty from our presence but still in existence. I cry no more and never should, for she gave up on a love that could. I pressured her in the front and she chose for us to die in the end through a unforgiving role of her own dice. A new lover rolled her down, and she was cornered, deep fried; a state fair in her site.

Across the seas I grew into a man with a purpose for doing good. Until Krisha and Vishnu said no more, I skinned a blessbok and they threw out my hip from my waist. A total waste. Now I am a man who has given up wants.  Only to focus on my dreams.