There Goes the Last Dj

Centuries be philosophy and many people say that life is merely What one makes of it ? Averting chance as circumstance; songbirds Their most chirping this piping atop golden branches a myoptic melody Until truth's rain forest drenches these notes gray, piercing showers ? Time never fails while feathers fall and off they go his naked dodo; dancing With worms renditions their will resounding as, read aloud amid campuses about Her globe higher, the children grasp and silverish dreams ? She seems black in white.... An emancipation proclamation; it's baby, takes centre stage love's scroll ? Holy, Your disco.