I Please Me To Release Me

Some Call Me Murky Maybe Earthy

I Call Me Quirky Yet Maybe Dirty

I Pray From Clay I Shall Rebirth Me

A Sculpture With A New Life Destiny

There Truly Is A Reason I Believe In

The Bold Thought That There Is No Sin

That We Are Old Ghosts In A Blind Wind

Here To Grow Under Our Own Discipline

No Burning For The Learning All Too Late

We Choose A Gate To What Will Be Our Fate

We May Contemplate , Meditate Or Satiate

We Gestate And Activate , Maybe Consummate

Accentuate Our Data Entry Rate And Allocate

Not To Inundate Yet Assimilate This Concentrate

And Not Invalidate All That I Now Advocate