lost in a room

Wherever there is another option to change my mind in a way of sleeping through the bad, , , It won't be waisted. and the meal is too spicy ... if the key won't turn my name and demeanor won't act the part to stay positive through the lanes of justice, , -I only want peace and happiness and my spirit is lost as the shady look of curtains covers my dark pathway to another Great meeting. ... well the communication fits the description, and my shoe enlarges the same interest that follow the rules, , , , aha, the rules are determined for no one to hear and say what is acknowledging their inner beauty and self-awareness. if my hands don't clap, then I don't want no cake. In every corner there is a answer to defeat what is in front of one's true soul combined and placed in a place for the next big landing, if I turn the page, will you still understand? I'm sorry, i left you clueless I didn't know what the client name was... although, our emotions and thoughts play the same role of being characterized and judged in a room full of snakes and good weed... if the boat won't rock left to right.. then my intuitions to further My coat of love won't shake... after all, my outlook on life has plenty of wings