A way to express, the track still so black,
Approach still so keen, perception so clean,
The glamorous shine, the vulnerable swine.
A way still so white, the pelvic side,
Flexible they say, a mysterious slide,
Pains so crude, the time to give a brood,
Effect so smooth, the christ’s painless sue.
One more way, the third eye’s stray,
The mix of they, colorful still grey,
The more traveled bay, dilemma’s they say,
A surety of thought, but directions making you a fay.
The judgement you made, don’t fumble oh Man,
Take the way where the satans don’t stay,
Think of the grey and receive the mud,
Think beyond the may, rise in the flood.