Works of popularity
Finish in a careful way, sense
And a secret weigh, of purpose for a city
Judges and all of a stone, will such defend?

The limits we make, for curiosity and its wealth, somber
As a fresh eye in the rain to remember all and more
Through a passion for what we call so much, humbler
The taken chaste, the opus of a dance with minds that course...

Carrying the house, for a reaching flower
Sitting in a placid pool, to remember why
Acting the fool to a worshipping mirror, with no time for sour
Promising a shadow of war, the times are a guarantee in the embarrassed sky

Maxim, and the total of response
Their ordeal of language, and the pipe of summation
Is a question left on the lips of redoubt, the chin of a haunt
Continuing with a count, that is a clue to arguably, the tradition

Why do we laugh?
When all of a song and its tender singer, is looking away
The tired eyes of composure, and the tale of all in a day, cough's
Like the instinct of a future who, is to confirm the irony, we stay?

A premonition of couth, and the taste in a happier day...
Made from silence's dreamt, the thanks of another guardian
With peace in mind, saving any hour like a sharing fate
An included fist, and a noble wave, with safety in a bottle, forming...