Adventures of a Sole Trader

I had a dream once, every move was cloud nine My soul was bright, everything was just right My sins were carried in the sky with a rocket full of saints. My eyes were wide, narrowed by the life I spare. My universe was a spare tyre. It’s funny how one languid can change the script. Already, crafted scripted script ready to be supervised and revised. You find your speech gets dizzy, hazel eyes get slow and sloppy. It’s easy to find refuge in frizzy Future is a lazy Hazy tunnel, Puzzled with mazes. Debris in every corner, it’s a hazard. What’s crazy is a realization that it rotates. Sometimes it’s rocking the Daisies Everything is colorful, no midst in the distance It’s Disney in the midst of poverty Conquering like Brusly Praises, like the first one direction tour. Phases, like one man band left to tell It could be lonely if you a person of phrases Pipeline dream set us up to fail. It could be another tail, That will eventually take us to jail. You’ve got mail, good news You’ve made the bail. Sleeping beauty will wake up with no trail Because future will leave no thrill.