With the Stream We Must Flow

Crazy as a dream, I'm workin as a team and my soul lays in sorrow as I bathe in the moon beam. Stuck in such a devilish scheme and sadly this background beholds a hatful theme. This motion, this potion has me floating in the ocean, I wish I were a boat so my head could keep a float. Dead in a bed, head full of med, wouldn't you say thats enough said? A chuckle and a laugh, as rare as acing math, wish I just knew the first steps of my path as the universe comes crashing upon my thoughts, left in knots, will I reside with the rest of the forgotten plots? Will I fail to connect the dots? Surely I do fear to stear my thoughts beneth the horses trots. Recollect what you've read, I'm a mess its been said, but I grin from cheek to cheek because I'll fight until I'm dead. So when the stream flows by, and you fail to spot reflection, resist to give in for within love hides affection, your heart is your protection. Know that love is your glove of hope, let love be the slant to your slope. I hope that love renders you clean, I hope that love sews your seam. I hope that love flows in your stream. -JLG