Dog days are over
Picking every four leaf clover
Gonna break out of every box they put me in
This soul is hungry and divine sugar my sin
Personal evolution
Fated love the revolution
Raw passionate life my drug
My mistake was shoving it under a threadbare rug
Time to chase desires, grab the chance
Walking on thin ice
I might as well dance...
Flying Angel © 2018
Image from Pop Sugar
Damn, my friend.you are on a roll and moving has slowed me down.GOOD STUFF MY DEAR FRIEND