Should I be selfish and keep it or do the right thing and give it away. Ivory showers shall turn to muddied gray. Flee from shelter, for that's the first place they'd look. Camouflage is the key. Become your own cursed cloud.
Nature is the engineer of irony.
As birds of flight, The time has come Spread thy wings And kiss the sky. Find your peace in Hymns of nigh. Shame becomes a Damp blanket. I look away, Drowning in Your tears. The sun has retired over the horizon for the night.