It’s a lot to take in.
And we’re only just beginning.
I don’t know why the truss goes
Even when I’ll lose– I’m winning.
and it’s easier to hide behind the walls errect before me
and harder to move towards you when I’m worried that you saw me
I can’t believe I’ve been so brash– with scatheing reputation
Behind the I’s, one last suprise– our final destination
And where he stops, nobody knows.
But with you, dear forest. I go wherever he goes.
The top gets heavy, that’s why it’s lent
And I’m unsure of every penny spent
I hate giving things up [. .]
Apologies in advance… about the bill