Chances are
Happy tomorrow, but unnerved today...
Welcoming a future cough, to deliverance on far?
With such and much to say...

Stirring advances
Of a fight, for simplicity's life
Lowly, a callous smile asks
What is an apple, without the knife?

A party from hell and back...
See the wizening health, of moments
Saved by the complex ire, we seem to lack
A halo of dance and fragrances, to make merry seem, a lament...?

Curiosity, of the other wise
Coming for subtle pittances
Sour to use, sweet to despise...
A catering of poignancy, to what isn't

Chaster, than life
Secret's of a rendezvous, with dread
Sat extinct, in the midst's of sight
Are we but stones of promises, to be broken ahead?