It Is hard to be men when you mob Chase the subtile, knowing some, last of all Escapeing home, for another dorm In front

It Is hard to be men when you mob Chase the subtile, knowing some, last of all Escapeing home, for another dorm In front of new sun that can care more than more, and in a while rejoins you as you left Distinguishing ambitiousness and freaking loss It Is in me, spell Power some, but on fifth day, i cound reach Just neares preach, When all comes down im stuck as still Willing to do my own planned Will Then Mind as Cloud moves in within fading faiths away, comes ill And i stare still with more to whrite Lesser to chill