a.u.d.a.c.i.o.u.s Lost in the strings Of the spider’s ring Time to get through it But the cycloidal weit Doesn’t stop it Now I have learn to live But hearing continuous shrill Leaves me still Wherefor standing on my owns legs Sometime can’t get me thrill Because on a deserted square I can’t found my own’s service So I decide ; To find the real worth I’ll be adventurous Because I’m fanatical for a.u.d.a.c.i.o.u.s
Trying to have exclusive ingenuity