Unt. 5

Life is so distant from death, why might, it's the deep end of the depth.. Life long living may the meek blend with the wept.. It speaks for, why is he so inept? Demand a great cause, pause for a great feeling, when all should be unseething.. We all are on a cieling, of finding a batch worth peeling.. Indeed those are living in front of you, they pile up, may see the blues.. Don't worry of a need to prove, it'll bury ya, like seeds in grooves..