I Hate spontaneity
I Hate spontaneity Last night, men were not satisfied, When they met entirety; from then I hate spontaneity. Last day, men were not sure, When they have certainty; from then I hate spontaneity. Last week, men were not filled up, When green acted as either paternity; from then I hatespontaneity . Last month, men were not greedy, When they could achieve the freedom of possibility; from then I hate spontaneity. Last year, men were not in men, When they had the power of all capacity; from then I hate spontaneity. Spontaneity the flower of holy play, now with blooms hair, become the daughter of clay. spontaneity opens the path of all probability, So, from then to now I hate spontaneity.