When will you stop
Hiding in the bushes,
Of bannered hourglass
And deal breaker muses,
Of mysterious voyages
And undecoded patterns,
Drenched in your lips
Coated with wine;
Guarded in sublime.
When will you etch
Your lone marches,
Upbeat through spectrum
Of your impulse purchase;
Of the things you dream for
And the extravagant churches,
Of your complaints and pains,
Of your rigid achievements.
It's all mysteries
And twisted verses;
Of all the missed mid weeks
Of all the inside curses;
At the cohesiveness of stories
With all the vague bars
We are at the same range
Fighting different wars.
When will be the endings,
Of should be happy endings;
Of all the struggles and fake friends;
Lurking in your future wedding.
When is the moment,
The blooming of the fields
Your mornings and my night wields
Raising our shields
Improving our builds
With all these crates
We suppose to create
Is it too late
Or is worth the wait
For time's sake
Will you flake?