Some might suggest how that hat is full of ideas and inspiration. However, it's just full of hot air from the steam working in the kitchen.
All that work through sweat and tears, now comes to this. A single egg awaiting to hatch. As what once was three shall become one.
Are definitely a distraction, while everyone has their day set out. In comes chaos to their senses.
Time is wrapped up in cotton wool, however early or late to arrive. It's made to appear all good.
There's always another option, the choices are always together. Are made to decide on one or the other, never the option at a distance. This quick need to make the mind up is for how the latter will be for others to take.
In the forest; ghastly for such unfortunate ways to consider how to perceive. If their brains are in their trousers, then too are their eyes inside their bollocks. Only if romance was not dead then there maybe hope in the world.
Judges Ch.18:V.24 " - And he said, Ye have taken away my gods which I made, and the priest, and ye are gone away: and what have I more? and what is this that ye say unto me, What aileth thee?"
