Nuture Fertal Mental Soil in Writing, I suppose. [is what i’ll get to doing.]

Negated factors troublesome, to view
With palm of hope
And no tools to bequaiye otherwise.
Truthsome with no sparity andn I have no clue
To trust.
I think the natural lay of the land is otherwise, a w truth
With no promises.
Not necessary, to a land everychanging.
The changeling spares otherwise and the coldest dead desserts are healed in 40 years cumbersome.
A land to return to in one’s midland crisis of existence.
What else could there be to do?
And I’m sitting thinking another job.
This’lll do me in. stick to plan!
Writer thing is what I wanted after all.
Betray or Deny, gotta try the one I wanted plan.
Otherwise, the mirror on the desk catches everything and i’ll have to forgive another day and bell-toil at that.