Trancendent Me

It was a day, a day and night., a time I could survive. A night is wearing a day is dreading the clock cannot unwind. May fight and struggle, a knife is doubled, your mind can now seem twined. A shot and a hatchet, the drought and a rachet, which way do you go for a surprise?

No, no, no, that is not it you must fight your way to thrive. You survive the fittest and diminish then finish and glide your way to grind. Your past is not best your feelings cannot rest your right and left can fly. Make way through the test. Sensation not less, or go further into lies, and let truth decide where to nest. Grow further and higher, wiser not tired. Intuit lets give it a try.