Angel almost, an umbrella...
Sweet to truth
And voiced when arduous dilemma
Is in sight, is misery the vice of youth?

Simplifying agony
Of common ground, for an idea...
Seemingly the exchange, of harmony
To a friendlier step, towards becoming whim's

Mercy has seen...?
Me, in the aloof future
Quiet composure, a strength keen
Ready to exact, a chance of choices curiosity?

Wondering about behavior...
Sincere eyes of mine
Have shared a care, with serious duress?
The labors of liberty, to seek a vestige's time?

And with a cough, we will know tumult...
Sent from now, the either of heed
The rancor of seclusion of a gain, to never fall
From such a height, that has the reality we need...