The Tod Mindset

On your auxesis things change
Maybe I should sidestep everything
My dreams are a mere corona but prognostic dream coronary as they slowly unveil
The eclipse as I close my eyes duress my eyes to flutter

Espial I'm Hurled back
As now I burp in skepticism
Slab blocked dreams turned me into a slub
Always homebound hoping to chuck a truce and seek for conciliation as a
Reconcile with my wretchedness