life little poem

as life drags on I think about what I should have done could have done whatever I have done it seems to be such a harsh memory when I come to think of fleek memories some are bad some are good and someone rather not have talked about for all along I could write this into a song a gospel maybe a country tune I can swallow some tea with some silver spoon and swoon my girl over this tune my main objective for my perspective is to see all be all in love all let the flow of energy flow through you at all times that it passed through you let it invoke you stoke you smoke you and make you want to give it all you got in the daytime before you go to bed when you sleep your head on your pillow so fluffy and Downy like a young chocolate brownie so flaking good like a good piece of wood