Tall order
To a whining child's offer
Didn't is my best friend, a word there
That has silence as a prophet
Winds of dissuasion
In the name of admission
A skill of pride, and intuition
Has future sorts, for a private listing
Once, upon a time...
A readied smile, has sought a thrill
Of curiosity's same, the some of trying
A panicked we, with a service to an ideal, to still
Thresholds of jaundiced more
In the skirted issue, of poignancy
To add and rest, in the name of full on war
With a finger of opportunity...
Seem and dreamt of, in foreign lands
A philosophy of courtesy, in vague fights
We have seen the obvious, the march of times hands
Into a wall of significance, looking for senses rights
Hope a shadow see's the better of a painting
Escape or given the boat of departure
The times are a changing heed, to live with a mercy wishing
For the childhood, of baring a friends win, of curiosity...
Look suspicious?
Save me from a toiling health, that has the kindness
Of worth, for a running here and now, to acquire a lesser us
In the name of joy, these charity's accept the known, with a shame's best?
live and let dreams say hi, to a quiet rendezvous with your destiny
