Different atmospheres,
Different souls appear,
Different nights to where it belongs.
They're Making happy noises,
I hear laughter, a voice its of the room you become familiar and smarter.
I see that sweetness gaze,
In a modern maze,
Staring at me with full of praise.

It digs at me!
I'm so blind to see its attitude somewhat in me.
After all of this, It kicks up dirt,
Like I knew it would,
Dust clouds cover all,
As a sunlight from the window sill,
Apparition smoke makes a floating Holly Grail,
'Till it will.

Tell a tale in the end,
A hard book tale to the end,
Chapters of life to comprehend,
A swimming tale fish you wear my friend,
Like mermaids we swam round and under again,
We fished out our hearts sun summer,
It'll tell a tale in the end.

No Agenda third party cross,
The atmosphere it hadn't lost,
So silent to the news of your letter lost,
Still in the post,
Postage never forgot.

It'll tell a tale my friend,
A lick turning page a pen,
It'll tell a tale again,
It'll be a sale some when,
It'll be a tale of them,
It'll be a tale of then,
It'll tell a tale in the end.

O'Reily@19062014