I'm on the verge of restlessness-
but I feel so new.

I'm on the end of righteousness-
could I live for a view...

or a moment.

Frozen.

Eating, sleeping, repeating just to hear some moaning-
where does the end feel fine?
When do we know it's calling time?

Do words last longer when you write them in rhyme?

I sure hope so.
I really wish so.