Ancient in need, thee'd
Living life in the loft of liberty
Sense to swirl and eddy, at my hand's heed
Account me the stone, and I will succeed integrity?

Wishing the turn of youth, never was...?
Poison in the times, to reveal a hedonistic goal...
Where the being is sweet, the ingenue of dust
Is a meter of recognition, that begins to encourage old?

Running for a lies burden, the causes of freedom
The toil I spy, is a waiting home with no doors
Or windows to speak of, the truth in kind come
And the spare way we save each other from the now, of worlds worry

Subtle the energy's here, a tooth rolling in the head...?
Securing the rigid, the disgusting, the remorse of nuance?
Ready to tell a tale of presence and pressure, with a flower to lead?
Here to say, in the candor of living's behalf, so much is left to us and chance...

Pondering a half bespoken smile...
Sovereign times with an hour to its need, have come and gone
With but the beauty to hold a hand, the reach of weary denial?
Is a chance we have to take, when misery comes to these, so long...

Pining for another soulless kiss...?
A christ to tarry, and know the eschewed gift's
Of blindness sour and triumphant, the turn of day into night and its wish is...
For a new friend; where is sincerity when I see to the might taken, and think, a day lifts...

Speed and a family of thought, worth you
Speed and a calling to heed, the heroism of privilege
Speed and a choice of worth, in the decency of a hand that owes couth
Speed and a rolling truth made from all the best, blessed and what has been...