Round Two...

 
Will you die for my own complexities, now that you have it off your chest?

Will you dance with the roaring motors of stupidity and laugh as we once did in jest?

Will you eat deep, drink deep and scream at the sky, letting yourself live in the moment?

Will you shout at the heavens for forgiveness, as the rain washes away all judgement?

Will you laugh again?
Will you live again?
There’s more rounds still left to fight

Will you sail by the sails of your own will and wit until the calamity becomes estranged?

Live deep, laugh deep, love the deep - we send

I am becoming more than the sum of my doubts simply by existing in this enveloping moment

Blossoming into a new aeon, a new parsec of reality rushing

Lost for breath at last, galloping in fecundity, I starve all thoughts and let go like a carefree fool

Most who are stupid are not stupid but are sold to the moment of ease

And the easiest thing becomes not to see but just to be

Here’s some advice from the gulfs of melody

Relay to rock, always relay - else the vessel of madness is useless

Love your friends and family
Love the journey of life

It never stops, until you stop

Don’t be a fool to fall to the fall that is the first round of life