What steps on old light from dark, left out of thinking.
I fall at what my life could brought me,
what began at coaster courses light.
When I was a little boy ends light.
What ends at courses life, you are me my friend.
What begins at what I see brother?
Help me with clues, because as a man you’ve seen the
long legs and where they’re from.
My memories of injury, pain, are not reuses yet.
Reuses of the day can tear through a phone body.