Music

Isn’t it a strike if you have to hit it more than once.

It can go foul but the goal home run.

four plates pitch is center

A ball in a square, cup the hats take them off.

Thee Hit none.

Through stages he ran.

Grabbing ball caps.

Place them in center
rose them all from the floor.

A blanket I’ll mend them. (a mirror ill bend)

If I caught the bullet, or showed the truth.

Then what would a man with the key(keep) have to do.

If I stopped the lady(family) from having no hope.

Ran gammas and lightyears to prove she worth being.

If I had to make hearts of them all.

Then click be my thumb, like a snap to a dragon.

The data must stop making world random.

No more coin tosses, to bottles, tea time.

Some drink the murder, and laugh at red wine.

Some read the data like machine fed/def minds.

Some think like none, then dammed 4 all time.

Some say it’s a strike if you don’t take the hit.

What is a strike if you came to stop it.

What is a hit..... there’s no pressure.

What is all time if time everlasting.

Back to four corners, the pitch there’s no tone.

One stands in middle, not a king, no longer home.

The hats we lay recycled sheets.

They know that it happened then cleared the screens.

A life not worth living if its repetition.

The ball and wood left just floating.
no middle, watts space.

Large Tree life a riddle.

Roots they dug into the rock.

The fires/lightning above an after shock/thunder/rumble.

The tree bound the many from living
in hell, they burnt the top an mic drop.