I know I am happy and at peace when my mind is always on rhyme! I cannot get out of these lines, I rhyme all the time! My mind! All the time! Is it just me or are there more out there that can see? See the beauty to be. To be is like a tree, to stand tall and be free! I can roam and roam in this world, can you see? I don’t know, tell me, tell me, are you just like me?
If your like me, tell me, so I can set you free! Free from corruption, degrade and unworth! Be free like me, as tall as a tree! Trees can see, did you know that Mr. Bee? Oh these Bees, they love to be. Honey is made from the depths of their veins, crazy, that sounds insane!
I know I am happy and peace when my mind is on rhyme! I cannot get out of these lines, I rhyme all the time! My mind! All the time! I shall go now, so I can be free with the bees in the wind, no, no, this is not a sin! Sins of love, all from above? All from above, this being is seeing with all my souls love.