A shadow of the time,
Forward four
Back for five
And then it says a line.
So maybe when,
I figure out,
Why forward seems so new,
I’ll find the pace,
To accept the race,
And bring it home so through.
But with that twist,
I notice,
All that I’ve ever said,
Was to give you all the perfect space,
To write me off undead.
And so.
I’ve decided, it’s a line,
Just to make it true,
That when time is perfect to go out,
I stop to think it through.
And ok maybe I’m not god,
Or holy hell at all,
But a second place, and subset whine,
Will pour my heart out blue.
And only when, I notoriously will,
Like every other time,
I get ahead to just pass, 🥂
Without the other kind at last.
Maybe the sway of water’s dark,
In fully stopping prayer,
It’s power evil or from here,
On earth it could be me. Well,… Yet again, I try to cope, as if I know the verse,
To satisfy the devil’s call, two days back in curse.
Maybe there’s no stop to trust, even though it’s been,
Sometimes lord I know it well,
The boy is all I’ve seen.
The one looking at me in the mirror, a face I barely know,
Truly what they say is write, you do reap what you can,
And slowly I capitulate, here in tandem plan,
I don’t know your face anymore, yet seemingly I do.
Maybe meta is the best, maybe cognition sound,
But when the cue is on my mind, all I do is bound,
For evermore I do somehow, remember what I’ve said: when truly what I need to ask, is how to save the dead. By reading yes, by righting now. Were Monday and Tuesday’s slow? There is no perfect timing careful, all I should bellow.
And mathematics at its best, can be lost in count, but partnered work and work is best, besting all that now. Water felt is maybe honest, here comes out with it,
Was it a trick or one dick pony,… And how I’m done with fits.
Agreed and aheed and seed a sorrow,
The new days yet tomorrow,
And yet not then could I take back,
A famous word to war, oh
Should you find me in the dark, alone and maybe fine – call me Clear and shout it back,
For my name feels barely mine.
Yet when I stop and look around, it’s really not that bad. I’m just a little mad. It’s timing not my dad.
Clear & Precise Resumes 