Wandering thoughts of emotions

Seeing through the wanders of perfection
The ultimate huge mind of reflections
Seeing it also so differently
Wanting to be change so damn frantically

Rocking on a boat with sharp spines
Mocking up my mind,
Off to let,
The wind blow past by this time

Watching your back,
To face the fact
Of the ever so devilish
Workings of the world
That traumatized my sight
To ever have got back on my own might

Troubled thoughts circling round
In the lost and found
Couldn’t replace it
With any of their feasts
But what more could I miss?

So it was this black patch,
That so altered my whole match
Cause in the end all I could see
Was just one piece of crap!!