Decluttering my little world,
For freedom and for setting free,
All things will find their place,
Or. be. so. lost!

Walking upon the boundary plane,
The sublimation of grass to sky,
And all its losing of itself,
It's hue and vibrance traded,
In turn such boundlessness,
Which rushes deeply into fields
Of green, inhabiting the yellow
Flowers on the edge between.

Fuller rain makes fresh the air,
Upon the twighlight without care,
The day is up and all the world is fuller,
The night has neatly lined with silver,

The glory of the meeker roar,
That gladens soil and farmer more,
Calling to the resting soul at hand,
Come feel the grace and might of God,
See mighty patterns - understand.

Advice that's free,
On good study,
On notes and books and tables for the time,
On good structure for an essay fine,
A good grace to me,
To read all the
Advice that's free.

Frantic hands,
Mind ticking to the clicking beat,
Bomb rushing by,
Gotta think,
Cannot blink,
Find a word to defeat,
The clock ticking as I sit on my seat,
Booooom,
A life lost in the heat -
Of the moment, mind frozen like the peak -
Of mountain and the time is clicking again.