Good ol’ Yoshi offered a ride, dinosaurs pack that primitive pride.
March 21st 1988 a spring thirsty for love and discovery. If snails could fly I’d wal-ch them breath in and out dimensional weave. Perhaps the writer with a gift is the lemming at the cliff led astray in the drift dust ashtray poofy slip who knows how we begin? Answers blowin’ in the wind at CONTEMPLATION INN. Your choice o’ listen er smooth relaxin: Sonic, Pac Man, Donkey Kong If half a life were this long Then Tails could spin me inna hip drop like Bowser out a cannon shot though Mario smashed sign-sealedealedelivered Bowser’s big butt on a skewer shakin’ n quiverin’ arrowin’ Link lighting paths givin’ potions a drink.
Stay strong Zelda. I fight for you. Every night I die for you. I try again with new saved thoughts puzzling lessons theories taught, if only you might still be there somewhere way out in eth-air.
I feel you smile in reflections inner sight in our connections. Stay warm, stay safe, create a space to see the truth.