Say the things yesterday you won’t say today
Make room for today for things you’ll say tomorrow
And to tomorrow, don’t wait, capture the three fates
Of cleanliness, success, and pure joviality

Tend to the great garden you planted last year
Water the nightshade and roses with joyful tears
Make memories in the sun, experience it all
Bask in the rays of fruitful sun and dahl

Part the clouds above yourself and dig wells
Look at the sprouts of belladonna belles
Reap what you sow, you’ll always know
When to harvest and what will emit woe

Take the lovely belles, plant them, and admire
On your windowsill, having tea by the fire
Enjoy the experience as roses around float
Wear this new reality and truth as a capote

And admire the nightshade and drink its aura
Look at the stalk of this dangerous flora
Know the power and fate it may cause
You know yourself, and play by your own laws

Some cry “madman” for what you practice
“You’ll surely die as you drink from that chalice!”
They do not know the immunity you possess
So pay no mind as the truths inside egress

Drink heartily, love happily, and shame the liars
You can love yourself and the belles can be admired
Float down the river of constants and variables
This is all a fierce psychologic parable

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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