Breeze

With my misery fears,
It was firm,
Not incredible yet storm.

While breezes raise me off,
What's swaying all over your psyche??

Hey munk!! The couthy worn,
There it is poking your mourn,
Posing you to twinkle
Atop the sunbeams with
Sassy fancy mocks.

Hither my Munk,
Sunny lousy's roll in and out,
Besides you've to be fierce,
Dope out by creatures there
Also crumble them into scrap.

Indeed it'll be worth to shrug off,
Asap when the breezes raise me off,
This moment,
I'm gonna warm them off to crap,
And manifest them with my rigid hope,

Damn all concerns, burdens,
With the breeze,
I revoke and void my sanity,
Owing to adore, and retaining to existence.