Finer philosophy
Caring light's in the window of a book store
Share with us your opinion, we have the key
At the door...

Saving dances for another art...
Entering was anything but a sulk, to encourage
Time is a frank sincerity I want to know, than and smart
Recreate a finish from the burden's we care for, a reason?

Seen in such a knowing book, the reality of a curiosity
True to us, and the sunshine we envy
Time is in its sit, with a could, that has its voice and energy
Life is such a fine print, when cause comes for its levity...

Smiles all around?
And the capable hands of ever, the toil we seek
In the name of voices sorted, and thorough enough, to abound
The sigh's of friendship in a cleverer clue, than we thought meek?

Time to tell the truth? as if a lie has its vision?
Of vice and vertigo, to pronounce naked a liberty we don't know?
Here is intellect, and the yearning we add for asking's wishes
That hasn't the breath of us, and the moment's we blow...?