The iron forge of my mind,

There it sits idly by,

why oh why,

I sit here in the throne of my eye.

Here it hears like a fly by,

where o where;

did I hear it loud and clear.

I touched and felt your prescence just cause you kept me on leash,

although in my sense I saw your face unfairly smirked my way.

How then must I see this while I process it in,

than me being unfairly upon my own.

Worry to my anxiety,

nuh nuh, uh oh;

then I do not do nothing,

I only need to clasp my hands in between a space and make alignment down below here up to the top of sky,

and ask;

"for thanks and grace upon this place and make me a plastic case".