Hubris wrests in the temptation to control that which we can knot…
Depends® – Owed to Inter Dependence
Are you full of shit? Depends.
My knead to control
Is not what
It used
To be
Halving got win
Of the hardy har hard weigh
My will
Not yores
The yoke
Being on me
Taken
Care
Of busyness
That witch is my own
Mine
Mine
Mine
Digging it
My grave
Titanic sense ability
Of doody
And the void-able coverup
With something other
Then the ground of being
Wresting under my feat
Calling out
In udder silence
Some kind
Of wrestless native tongue
Will
I pass
The final
Life and death
Depending on
Inter dependence
Of awe
That is
The quest in
