Adverse

As the spring sprang out The north gone south Yeah, without no doubt Indeed it's a parched mouth The vessel of a living has gone sere Not of the scorching planet Moment of a produced scare Mimicing an outburst of an angry Janet Still in game but so lame Hands re withered to cover shame Nothing to do than to wait for late fate Like a man waiting a late date...... On a mapless ocean i sail thy boat In a shallow liquid i seem to float The eclipse of thy life is now!