Ahead, the path of goner grass Brought no interest in human breath - No footsteps grasped the unleveled class - As the sizzling bathe hold the track For a jog through the extract - The mimic singing of whistles and bands Echoes the soul, bringing a new terrain - That has not been claim nor blame - As the wild games sniffing for fans Hold the joggers for a minute away from plan - Tendering across the course, Clans of creature sources - In a few, battled for divorces - As the mud dragging lures The pathfinder to observe nature - Ahead, the rebellious back Brought no interest in human breath - The hideous place led no scratch As the jogger escape, Leading the pass to a merciful gap -
Reason for writing:
i am against drunk drivingBirth sign: Scorpio
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