Icicles dawn new days,
Lifeless senses across a frozen sphere,
All to often the creeping lion preys on my

Stone cold flesh,
Very inside his instant success,


I saw a man who could not be so,
A man

Without intention or direction,
He controlled how the weather felt about others than himself,

Vivid styles all clumped into a vat,
Of unadulterated kindness slyly
Devising a sure fire way to keep
Going


ONCE:

A made sense if it all,

TWICE:

I fell for a liars crown,

THRICE:

I live again like noontime regrets I seize the day