Part of everything in life
Surely there is part for your story
Part you want to get involved
The space to fill in your chapters.
Sometimes that part isnt about all sorrow
There is hallow it just aint about harrow.
And that space isnt always huge
It could be as wide as her eyes
And as tiny as her voice.
Everything is not always pitched perfectly
When there is tempo, there is no harmony
When there is harmony, the tempo is just off.
It is like the Syoyoz spaceship
Trying to tackle the galaxy
But couldnt even get out from the dark space, yet.
It doesnt feels right
Like no Zeus could have enjoyed woman in her deep sleep
And god shouldnt have treated woman like that
It feels wrong
It feels wrong; because now Hercules is no different than Rosemary's baby.
*Written by SaraJeff2*
