Quiet, somebody
Laughter is a question
Quite to vice and many
Oddly, the other smile of directions

To and from, a similarity
To ourselves, someone
Proud to know selfless, maybe alacrity
Has sensed a truth, is no fun

Worth separate kind
Welcome to the ire we provide
Sour notice, a stir asking time
To wonder if life can compare sense shied

Hope, you wait for a reason...
Spare though a reign can be
Living for simpler love, is an avid question
Made from yet, the wishes of anarchy

Loving the moment
With all of a sense, in motion
Bared sincerity, is for those that relent
In the way of decency, to these devotion...