Arms of distance?
Predicting the irony we adjust
To a knowing light, the equality of amends
Made, for a simplicity to stand forward, and know all must

A hug of introspection
Meant in your favor, and the tradition of identity
Consumed by the passion, a welcome to direction
And its sincerity, do we seek a mention of relent, in a city...

Far and away, the truth of becoming
A knowledge inclined by sorts or worth
The actual in its vicinity, to account a roaming
Suggestion of integrity we encourage from birth

Baby's with rolling eyes...
And taken dreams to a range of voice, we dream with
Sour old gesture, of rued compromise, only why's...
Like a titular excuse of pioneering spirit, a day with opuses bless?

Mother's of invention, that knew the commotion
Rarified exaction, to a marveling hurry, we kept as should?
The forces that be, or is a lucre of sincerer time, our devotion
Looking here to empathy, complete of a rise in the land, could...

Father's of concerned charity's, and a luckier form to nothing?
With the care of callous distraction, is a house made for a needy turn?
Of essential energies, into a heed of cope - the rue of wanting
Another eye fall at the table, to be, a craving for what orders of curiosity earned...

Privilege to meet you, with the eyes of commonness
As shrewd as a claim of burden can be, the irony I preach
And seldom, is a trouble to blame only on paradise
And the muse of composure, with moments to understand a haunt of each...