learn to equate logic for fate make no mistake
cypress needles rust,
amber-water creeks glisten,
streaming north to blue.
in the distance we bit off more then we could ever chew
brandished from the ivy dew phantom as the cow could chew
we embark on our mistake some call it fate
a challenge to be free life is but a mystery

like a one horse Wilbur to a setting of the sun
partial to a lone gun having a bit of fun
some keep there closet quest private better to conform
breed words that light horns as feather torn burns
sleep among the Willow in peril

draw back the blanket with fire shed for its desire