For it was told for when she's grown old she'd grow a mole not just any mole but one so swole it'd get up and go traveling from where it was to a place untold.

The premises on which I stand
Principals erected in sand

Morality found
Innocence bound

Institution unknown for every government of so called truth overthrown

My matter of thoughts my dwellings
Interrelated elements form structures

holding


Appurtenance of the parapets
Encroachments overhanging

A scholars insatiable appetite

Alterations of semblance known

Provisions no longer

Redevelopment

Delve dastardly into the deadening wizened souls regard receptacles of reverent knowledge told and hold dear to the profound differences that make us diverse. Let not the foreseeing fading narrative of the éminence grise fade ensuing smithereens.

You
Stand up
Start taking chances
Any chance greater than zero is something worth trying if it can possibly make a difference
to your cause
Don't sit
Start

Let me keep in secrecy the troubles that have befallen me. For if she sees the worries written upon me she's sure to make note and in turn ask me for my reasons of longing. My sudden unbelonging for it is not here I want to be, cast into shadows walking amongst the lost and forgotten treading on a muddy Valley floor whos paths were long worn and trotted with many a misery, and snare. Please let my feet not fail me nor my minds eyes bury me in fear. Let these tribulations befuddle me no more instead place my mind on beauty and lend me a message of hope and prosperity a figurative ladder to reach heights of lights gleaned with Emerald ethereal glow and plate colors pure as snow glown in strewn out rows across the skies like Aurora Borealis