. on a count of ten ... and i don't know when ... you unleash a madness ... born in a sadness ... with unnumbered days interspersed with countless nights ... with only darkness lighting up street lights ... in a universe where the sun is on the run ... for good old sadistic fun ... i'm ripped by the profundity of your words ... gosh, i've got to stop reading those nerds ... for this is sheer poetry ... trapped in the winds and yet flowing so free ... totally intricate work, paul ...
. on a count of ten ... and i don't know when ... you unleash a madness ... born in a sadness ... with unnumbered days interspersed with countless nights ... with only darkness lighting up street lights ... in a universe where the sun is on the run ... for good old sadistic fun ... i'm ripped by the profundity of your words ... gosh, i've got to stop reading those nerds ... for this is sheer poetry ... trapped in the winds and yet flowing so free ... totally intricate work, paul ...