Nicotine, caffeine, dramamine, magazine. What shapes my outlook inlooks with hooks. Are we lost or found or used or BRAND SPANKIN' NEW? As I look out I see a movie that moves me plus 3. Could it be, just a wee? What about me? When I trip do I fall? Hit a wall? Live at all? Do I have something to live for? Is it waiting or coming or in the past or living next door? I'm not even sure what it's used for, what it's good for. What am I meaning to explore? Lets try to explore before we implore. Let us. Sketch us. Draw us an illusion. Lead me to seclusion where I can ask and not be answered. I don't want my questions answered. I want my answers questioned.
My name is Floz because I am one fluid ounce.
My name is Floz because I am one fluid ounce.
