No nature, good guesses
In the nicety's we made, for a friends stare
Shown the ****, the intimacy of lessons
We decided is a grievance best left hope's fair

Token jaws may drop at so much...
The thought of mortality's irony
With a realm to its need's touch
We can become a savior, not heeds of infamy

Spate intentions, for a cordial fool...
But in the end, a house of mind over material worth
Is a liberty best left, reality's cause, not the ghost of a person's tool
True to our best places and promises that came, is a patience so certain?

Music in the air, one day. a having revelry
Wait on the many, and see the coming hour
Take to the world, an excitement above civility
Where one heir to garner the truth, is never a claim of passion, if so sour