WINE AND GATES
Time Enough For Today, Yesterday's Seldom Seem's
Patient zero
Embellishment is a care
Of vanity's worth once more...
The tale of vices we accustom, to a distant stare?
Sunshine, advances and desperation
Soul to soul, the common hindrance
Of a climbing heed, and voices of intimation
To work one more time in the speed of intuition...
Callous hours, with a needy few
And the stir of vicinity to accommodate a friend?
Under the moon of fate, to explain a rule...
Tenacity has decreed us a walking silence, to remember an end
To strife and cares with the finesse to look beyond
A whole remark from the handsomeness of my gait
To question a swallow of pride, and the privilege of a haunt...
That has opened its mind, to the sour and clandestine ways a world is ours, for fate...
Tows of charisma, I have seen bent to a will
That has reasoned a richened cadence of worth, see the most become a treasure
The waiting and the sincerity of might, as if the soul of energy to spill...
Forth the scare of a lifetime, the thought of suicide is alive if the form is curious?
Patient zero, revisited
By the calming influence of bared breezes, and the still thriving judgment
Of a callous day with anguish in vexes way, that has simplified the course of a silence's lead
To a wish in the world, for actual speed to specialness that has the courage for wellness meant
Embellishment is a care
Of vanity's worth once more...
The tale of vices we accustom, to a distant stare?
Sunshine, advances and desperation
Soul to soul, the common hindrance
Of a climbing heed, and voices of intimation
To work one more time in the speed of intuition...
Callous hours, with a needy few
And the stir of vicinity to accommodate a friend?
Under the moon of fate, to explain a rule...
Tenacity has decreed us a walking silence, to remember an end
To strife and cares with the finesse to look beyond
A whole remark from the handsomeness of my gait
To question a swallow of pride, and the privilege of a haunt...
That has opened its mind, to the sour and clandestine ways a world is ours, for fate...
Tows of charisma, I have seen bent to a will
That has reasoned a richened cadence of worth, see the most become a treasure
The waiting and the sincerity of might, as if the soul of energy to spill...
Forth the scare of a lifetime, the thought of suicide is alive if the form is curious?
Patient zero, revisited
By the calming influence of bared breezes, and the still thriving judgment
Of a callous day with anguish in vexes way, that has simplified the course of a silence's lead
To a wish in the world, for actual speed to specialness that has the courage for wellness meant
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Time Enough For Today, Yesterday`s Seldom Seem`s
Time Enough For Today, Yesterday`s Seldom Seem`s
