The topic is that of trust… The notion that believing in is a must… an idea of stepping into the future not observing the past…
But to forget is hard for those who listen best heard…
For your good is someone else’s bad, what’s worse? No sight or no words?
If it came to being loudest I’d laugh, a heavy heart can act tough… To be right creates a big fuss, so to the left is queen B’s pass…
I think out the box Which is a big task so don’t hold me at face value, there’s a big mask… If you need records my mind’s parked and there’s a big track, but conversation creates utter and that’s where you’ll have a bit luck…
For a soul connects and there’s sparks where it was sole… In company you feel complete for you’re just part of something whole…
Therefore if your attitude is frosty you’ll exist as something cold for in the heat of any situation is then you remember shit you were told…
PSA, new brooms sweep better than old, this I say as the beautiful ones are yet to be born… You may find it all exciting at first until you start feeling the yawn before you realise that in throwing one self you’ll miss something that is gone…
The urge that to stay in situation that wont beLong, creating ideas that won’t stick strong and coming off to think to its still on, the day you’ll know mood is like a paper it takes a moment to get it all torn…
The topic was that of trust, was it love was it lust was it just a battle for the mast… Was it pizza type vibes where you’re existing as crust.. it takes time to be schooled but it takes patience to be classed…
food for thought 