WELL, IT'S ALRIGHT...

Thought of another note;
Just another poem or another quote.
But what should I write?
The morality or the magic beneath;
The eyes of the scrupulous beside.
The rain or the rainbow;
The colors of the rejoice.
The sermon or the words;
Uttered by the last voice.
Although I haven't read them;
But think of preaching like an unalloyed.
What if I say, I do hate reading.
And wish to have a blind horse ride.
Nothing is there but the reins;
Steering the random things
That come to my mind.
What if I say, I am little crazy,
For the very desires;
I have put up around.
Well, I think it's alright...