Joints&Pains

If you have ‘me’, you have no one; if you have ’you’, you have the world, I can imagine what it takes; for ‘you’ to have it, you use the sword. Pride is good, but ought be bad; applied on self to dig the pit, Let you be the one, lean forward; I let you in, you now do your bit. Years have passed, days are no more; to fathom what we have, not had, Gasping for the breath, we all see some; who takes it first, was never that bad. Screaming around, shout and yell; if we need it, can do it well, Have ill-gotten faith, in us at all; don’t make that hell, don’t make that hell. A million heads, a zillion reds; but make no white, in fear of greens, If you have one, so have we; if you have none, we still have genes. Can’t it be done? We all see back; we all look young, we all feel glad, The age-old stuff, we must often use; the young new brand, we must make fad. Hear the loud, thump and pump; and pull out of the baby bed, It’s all in there, in their legs; you can’t find it, in any head. Change is norm, norms are good; we all are great, if we accede, Create something, that isn’t there; all we genre must feel the beat. Can’t say, can’t say is like the wind; blown by someone, felt by everyone, Let’s be the breeze, in all its soul; that ‘someone’ blow, felt by’ someone’. Why we wait for a transform; if we are the same as he who does, He has the wall of cem and bricks; we have a cast of steely guts. If there are joints, we must believe; there will be pain, from strong to low, But that doesn’t take years to heal; and can’t take ages to know.