The Thinker

a perfect world, those words get so swirled is it all perspective, or just selective rivers do i dare deliver such a crazy prayer as the mayor steeps, the angles creep conscious yet asleep, fishing in our ocean wishing for our promotion for a new way to recieve speech some say naive yet our provenance from stars is belief sometimes it can be hard to say, what feels my way maybe i lack the confidence, to portray today but if our rhymes could touch the soul we'ed all be singing on grassy knolls until then this tinker must remain a free thinker enjoying every grain, unraveling every chain