Kindred in the lane
Making faces at the coming reign
Poise and deliver, the image of sanity
Has become the only salt to these, pacing vanity
Push, decency and irony
The gift of youth is ours, the waiting behalf of promises
In the could future we suggest, is a liberty
That seems to begin in the hands of couth, and shared sides
Mystery breeds intellectual soup
Salted, we have the curiosity of each to begin here
With pepper, the voice of callousness, has become a rue
With cheese, the tongue of virtue reveals a knowing tear
With a kiss, you just became the hero
Of values in the heed, of composure we never knew...
Accept the obvious, the talent of a bird is to voice a woe
See the world, see the cunning nature of what a hill grow...
Beauty in a cordial example of braces and vaunts of sincerity
Anarchy, in the scope of doneness, the duty to avarice
Has become a demeanor of guidance, to and from, certainty
The stale requiem of a sorry hind of solitude, that has a vice?
Antiseptic coils
That didn't and sides of wisdom, that came with a pride
Poignancy in a question to verily, the foot, future and further foil
Of a wish that selected itself, when chastity moves, a lip for snide...
