(Freestyle – Quick)

Live my time,

Do I cross the line,

Someone asks me if I’m fine?

I nod and flip them a dime.

They try to fine me,

But I’m already being wined and dined,

I smirk as their faces begin to become faded,

Its not like I haven’t waded,

before in the swamp, deep and choppy,

The water life slinging about slimly and sloppy.

As I live my time,

Tied away from destiny,

Escaping life’s deeper pain,

Life is like a ripened lime,

Sour and sweet, carrying taste buds to sublime moods,

Purring like a lively kitten singing,

Its lively tunes.