It is he who...

Tuggin at my soul he is,
control has my mind twisted,
I awake steady.

Rolling deep into the midst of my minds inner core,
the crow applauds just a bit more,
still my pocket remains torn.

As witty as roadkill,
wiser than humankind
bitter and sweat. sublime.

Why? Ask me tomorrow.
When? Yesterday.
Who? No one
How? Wisdom.

Truth comes forth daily,
Passion commeth with the lad,
Administer the lesson and learn the word.
Terror is in the law of opposite thinking.

en peace.