“in the house of crème”

Gratitude and more strategies to flow passively

Unruly bidders peak when nature endows catastrophe

Does that leave you bare? My mistake was to ever think that material mattered or cared

I feel safer with my eyes closed while my spirit is still aware

Always faulty for climbing those stairs 

My problem in their eyes, I guess

Becoming the worlds antagonist with no effort, while my words sink deeper into the core, just let this digest

I’ve seen facades come through those doors

Don’t underestimate the rest

Battered in candy coated papers, the pieces they put to the side, guarded by America’s best

I’m unruly too, I must admit

At least I have the heart to confess