This is a no commission

Simple reminiscent bliss a fitted picture bliss

I’m 9

9 times out of ten rhymes without a pen

My mind wanders I ponder n walk there is n there isn’t

I decide where I have been

No existential proof that I’ve existed upon the truths; visions

So I can see clearly. 3 3rd eye for dearly

Departed I miss you n the world is frozen supposedly cold hearted