Clockwork turns behind the lens.
That who greeds with will amends;
Forgiven doth thrive high and dry.
Seeking friend how wayward thy?
Signals rest in cryptic lies,
phrases blended, scripts aligned.
Symbols print out changing tides.
Dependence broken, just in time.
Now we wait and watch the signs.
Words he writes may cease to rhyme.
Here Nothing is but still a thing.
Some thing is just one anything,
So Everything is all the things.
Heard forgotten spirits singing
Vibrant song for message bringing
Steer the notes who bend and swing,
That float from ringing metal strings.
Seeking peace to ease the mind,
Lest our thoughts be left behind.
Think us toward some brighter times
To times For which we raise a toast
To one for all for one who holds,
For thine who fell and thy of old
Shall Shine before their weary souls
Who’s tree-like spirits skim the skies
With Minds still showered by
how’s? and why’s?
Soon We’ll wonder why we Arrived,
Why life was always such a hurry.
Dismiss such need for pointless fury,
Nor banter, racket, ruckus flurries
Flourishing Nourishing, words to restore
Words that may ease us when spirit is sore
in wait we Graciously painted the shores
Insatiably impatient he wines for more
Whilst I wait watching the magical
floor, until my eyes get dry and sore.
If this is what your hoping for,
Than stick around for what’s in store.
Until next time my lyric pour
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