I want to fight, but my arms are not strong: enough
I want to punch and inflict pain. Into anything.
I feel alive, you do not believe like me. I feel.
So many names. Crossing by him. Frederick. Is he.
He needs strenght. And respect is random, rational.
Forever the judges miss. The one eye. That exist. Over.
No timing, no hour can figure. The prepared pause.
Wait and see. How the value of this, shall enter, and...
Leave. It's hands graps and weave. Many heart-aches.
In. Perceive. that auction of autonomy.
For the prize, is blind and his instructments...
Benign. Hollow echoes, even sands, and scratches.