DUST - Jefal — Jefal

I have tasted dust, I have been found lost. The irony, the bleed unstoppable by Virony, except we scream, "Man, oh man, oh pus." Even then, what do we have as a choice, aside succumbing to destiny? But then we discover we have love and affinity for the things that do not drive to infinity, a trade beyond effects that portrays you as a Highlander. So how low do we get to discover on earth that we have not yet met with any superior logic or artificial intelligence set that can render messy, maybe help, but I never see. I have tasted dust from the very earth's crust, my face to the ground, not from being bound, but from lying face flat, chest to the floor without a mat. I have hit rock bottom and my voice cracked, yet I can't find Tom Tom. Jerry, Maya had his lamentations. As I read, I felt he lacked permutations, but I have tasted dust, locked in head first, red-eyed, palpitating heart, dust all over. No be say I join frat, but in all, I have tasted God. Beyond the messes I can afford, met Olakunle, yet he can't afford the peace that comes without feeling absurd. I have met God. I didn't have to travel abroad, yet I see and I saw how man's life can be an eyesore without applying some messy drops. You go see life like K-pop. I have seen short messes, 5'7", now why I never reach 6 feet? Don't leave me without messy, Lord, because how I go take dribble this world? But yet, I have tasted dust, and sometimes I wonder if it is by must. But then in those seasons, I go back to my first, the one that does not let my hands go, even though I am sometimes outdated like to go, who know? But I have tasted dust.