It's too late I'm G---nn8 up all my choices crybaby.nnWe all just pens and fingers, for a eulogy of those been befores. nnHow does one stay tall today with addiction to shortness?nnWhen you rush you won't feel its keep, permanence is two.nnIn that two is a living one, the system so ambival.nnSadness gardens happiness so now we are the weeds.