Muzzy Thoughts

Walking towards the Shadows of the own. All in the world seems to be known, Keeping the sour words of them in the mind, I still believe myself to be kind . Being muzzy and abstruse to do certain things. Started to be a canary bird with yellow feathers and wings. Between the man full of pelf and gambling plays, It's Hard to find someone who stays. Though every man is executed after sometime. Still all are afraid to be caught for their crime, By hearing the sweet dulcet of the bees. It's hard to find shade everywhere without trees.