Paradise to compare
A boat with sundry sides, of chaste excitement
Versus a house of notion and names, that complete where
Which, is a relationship with the ones we love, is peace a lament?

The wind baring the news of consciences one day
Heaps of trouble we foresee, in the patience of a land
Coming and going, with a role of interim to foil, a sadism
Known to reach for pious leaning's, as if a logic were might in hand

The boat sail's forth, and makes known the time's are a place of wonder
Simple riches and fashions of destiny, that calmly collect a chance
Of season's caring, though aloof to the combativeness of same
Sanity of a challenge in mores, that select their weight in other's problem's

The house closes a door tight, no need for a stack of reason and rhyme
Touch the sun if you want to, the risen wind is but carefully laid
Sourness and animosity, that has the gift's of pomposity as a crime?
Thank you for a similarity to assumed forces, the room of when we are said

So, comes the voice of sadism
Who is to be a runner and who is to be a lot before us?
Of winning winks and obstinate smiles, a deifying whim
That knows the completion of strength, for a soul to discuss?

Who, I would ask, you...?
The wind is such a lonely miser of courage's and tact
Fact's we make for astounding the virtue of breeds, and the known
We remind is a look to the picture in whole, the freedom we lacked

Who, they would remind right back
Is a fool for the calamity of sign's, that make the future what it is
A toil of friendship's uncertain by degree, a comely and misbegotten knack
To corner the power's that be, with a laugh, a terror and the irony of bliss

Hell of a sneeze, wasn't it?
He, she and childhood to agree, the diligence of mete and measure
Made for a life in the shadows of other's, the keep of simplicity as whit
Is a revelation of who we are, and why, is this stupor our kindness to grant a burden of serenity?