Vomit Bird

Mother vomit, birth me time Three more minutes just To hurt Why it seems that the Light loves the heat Why does soil need a farmer and some Seed Why must love, love must Have a lovely All the things I could discover if I wasn't Asleep Little child Is serious but lonely Maybe I'm a Big heart I write off the news inside Again But when I think of all I do I'm number forty The flag now needs a hand A bigger man With control Why it seems that the mind is blinding eye That cannot see itself Only everyone Else Why would I Attempt to find an answer All the things I Had discovered when I was a blue soul But Adult and mild is serious but Lonely Maybe I'm a big heart at Least it's telling story