The splattering of a cloud sky or the scattering of a cloud high
I don't know you
I can't know if I'll ever show you dears
The shrapnel rings of a mind's eye
the raffling of purpose and I
Do not know truth or I cannot know if I'm to explode truth
my dears
The high jacking of a path in line
or
the scraping between authenticity and what I will not try
I do not have
not know
not now
what I have
no
no
know not what to do
with these fears
I don't know you
I can't know if I'll ever show you dears
The shrapnel rings of a mind's eye
the raffling of purpose and I
Do not know truth or I cannot know if I'm to explode truth
my dears
The high jacking of a path in line
or
the scraping between authenticity and what I will not try
I do not have
not know
not now
what I have
no
no
know not what to do
with these fears