Impervious to the oscillating fans of time
It ran into all man made obstacles
The question burned on the final cross
“Were you the real master all this time?”
Until I staked it with the sword of progress
Soon enough, we turned into rats
A sense of humor was well written
Into the natural order of all things
But I still had to pick off dead skins
From my head onto the winds
Leading me to self-deprecate
I wondered, what was the point?
Grasping at that marage of me
Burning homework in fifth grade
Pillars of bright fuzzy bliss
Surrounded the flames around
I climbed and I climbed up one
Until I reached a pulsating hue
I touched it and the bell rang
I looked down to see superiors
Laughing, for I had to fall down
Then, I felt the rope burn

A myriad of marriages
To a column of visions
A celestial marking
With delectable pleasures
All from differing realities
Is shooting through me
And into another group
A gentle person's arcadia
They converse bureaucracy
In conjunction to delightful pies
Transitory harmony
Is easily overlooked through love
That exists as flesh and bone
I had seen my own
Wander on through
Dominant, but not ill
She led her ensemble
Past the marble houses
And snowberry hedges
Oblivious to novels in my hand
Until I made my given way there
A greeting on each of their hand
We exchanged fun reviews
Until the mid bell had rung
And so it did
Leaving me to follow the birds
Back to my place of resting