Smashing through the latus
Of uncanny thoughts
And taking the fuel
To pass by the rots
Was a tour guid of feelings
That not one can feel
Was a shifting of self-tension
On this world at my heel
A boundry now past
On to greater things
As things can get better
Missing "bad" can begin to ring
With all good comes bad
Good reality can't leave the head
But packing without fuel
Puts one with the dead
i think it definitely needs some revision.. a spell check anyways... and i don't know what "latus" is... i liked the beginning.. i think it got lost at the end...
Submission Name: growing
