Has to acknowledge, the path we’re on? at the end of the day? it’s gotta be good, there’s no time to waste, we’ll have to do the damn thing!
This poetry? like the Ashford and Simpson track its a cure we found, it’s written with archaic ink. It’s accompanied by the digital crate digging with the sound simulating war drums for disaster’s brink. At the end of the day? it’s gotta be good so we’ll have negativity burning in effigy, fueled by the blue or black ink. Elaborate way to light a fuse, maybe something you can use! activated like a hyperlink.
Meanwhile we had to stop and think; at the end of the day? it’s gotta be good, so we expanded to local / national / international and intergalactic frontiers!
But it’s easy to get caught out there, from here in Atlanta to Louisville / Newburg to Johannesburg! from Pluto to Mars!
Laying low after being caught out there but soon escaping, our ship was in the shadows out by Cape Town.Along the South African coast at night; capers pulled now taking flight; will we be found? Doomed? at the end of the day it’s gotta be good but a heart of glass was exhibited by the ship’s captain. He was squeamish, at the end of the day it’s gotta be good but he seemed overwhelmed by the situation.