Eventually time will tell us,
What life is.

Like the foreign affairs between,
Riddled solar winds & art's intimate reality.

Futhermore,
A flare, tossed in an ocean.
To reveal it's passionate blues.

That Jazz,
That once had roads to the soul.
A fresh, harmless flame,
Courted with florescent illuminations.

I accepted reform,
From love's secret venom.
To understand, how to find,
What I'm looking for.

Sooner or later,
This mystery becomes a simple answer.
A sleep-walking ritual to develop a meaning.
For why God, created evil too.

Eventually,
Life will show us,
What time it is.