But it's 3am, I captured the changes of advantage points in you.

This was not planned. You view the beautiful skyline above, when all I see is blue. Seeing through the naked eye occured rarely, with reflected risk.

Time is a mechanic, it still orbits our imaginations.

Mellow is the sweet singing of the sparrow,
To the fellow sitting on a tree trunk,
Sobbing himself 'til he's full and blind.
His creed is speaking, ready for taking.

Ready to make the skies green with storm,
Jilted with scorn his prayers must be,
To compose such cruelty.
We let ourselves entertain our hopes.

Yet he will not listen.
So instead we hope the sparrow's notes,
Glisten with his blood,
Glisten.

And the tears are dripping,
Ripping through the crowds.
We never saw the circle,
Constituting to our hate.

So we were ate up by clouds,
And avenging crows,
And millions of divine foes,
Yet defensive we became,
In the cycle of hate!

Mellow is the sweet singing of the sparrow,
O'er flowers growing from hearts long rotten.

Be the change you want to see
Try not to judge, let others be
The rain will stop, the storm shall pass
Pleasure is pleasing and love can last

Set up for sorrow, it's hard to see
Open your eyes, switch off your tv
Put down the remote and venture outside
Get out in to nature where healing resides

Turn off your phone, log off the net
You'll be surprised with the solace you get
Write a poem, cook a nice meal
Declare your love, see how it feels

Put away the plastic, stop doing your hair
Go back to basics, even though it's rare
Laugh at your troubles, hug it out
Why are you frowning, what's that all about
A sign of the times, the information age
Escape from the trap, break out of your cage

Tell me now, how do you feel
Please keep it up, do we have a deal
Memories last but gadgets do not
Live your life fully, run from the rot

In at least 50 percent, the notes are just as beautiful as the poem.

When it was good
It was The Best
But
It was bad, too
I can't deal with bad
When it's coming from
Any boy
Even That Boy