Hustle Life

 Nevermind I care the  Tunnel to happiness Will beguile to change After passing mine secondary Class With hope of falling Loop to be better our  More free of mine  Wings I thought to presume I would be ! The more dips I encounter I used to fall hard to  Bounce back for new  Living which is full of me! Not dream but a reality I run hard peddle in  The looping of endless Cycle I stop crash hard In the abyss of mine  Rupture soul filled  With longing Which fall to learn,   The transcript to enjoy The process not to expect  But to live in present &  Shift of transition to flourish  Minself, than to settle Of unknowing tunnel  Of life. 

 Cannon blow up! Brace yourself Glass hearts people, because I'm ain't any wishy washy this  Ride off Cannon story you  Never listen because you  Swamped in rud of  Your monotony life! The zeal of drum on beating With himself to exclusively , Snappy with word of genuine Being drowned grounded for  Long to procreate a melt out Of rautela of fixed choice being  Which was loss of his worth  And being common in all.  The battle won fight going Efface slowly pinching off  The inclusive carrying in heart  Which is being weathered by  Wrath of venom tongue  Consistently luring to devour  The keen which is hard to  Knock out ! Because this divergent being is  Gone to questions , be catalyst  Off Cannon living up to  10'000 yr old due to all  Curse bounty it getting from  wimp people hitting By being himself till the end