As i drew a wider weird, that's wired
Where words, are sometimes your sword
And a minute can feel, so very minute
When your soul is bored, and broad, on board

Wary of what, and where you wear
We're what we were, and will be
As we wait on the weight, that weighs us down
When the sea, is all we can see

And the onus, is on us, to have some nous
When fear of the fare, of what's fair, seems unfair
At tiers of tears, at a groan, grown wrong
And the breath of a hare, is the heir, of your hair

My angst over gnats, that sometimes stang
As i peer at a pier, with a pyre of fire
A sword that's soared, can be translated to words
Where secretly reside, a desire

by Jemia