Omission in story telling
Warning the little kids...
I'm surviving
Made of several precious instruments
Surviving weather.
Whether its incredible sky's
Life threatening.
Death in the skys...
Or meh whatever its fine. Well weather it
Well weather our life....
And strive like.
Together weaving a better life
It gets better in time
Sands of time for past sake
left in memory's mind
Evolving into potentially
Theres only telling with time
Thats how you develope a mind...
Present tense the only gift
That will ever be mine...
So build for tomorrow
And don't fret whats left in
The past tense.
Hence you accepted it
And left it behind
Sight is only vision for the
Present memory of life...
And that gets me
Every time.....
Like a wine gets better with time...