You
read to decipher, and so young, to riddle pages. It
appears
bleak, to explode clouds, racing through perceptions.
I
speak to mind, to study life, or better—behavior. Go
for
muscle-wisdom, and judge by brawn souls. Read for
subtlety,
to inflate riddles, a surface moved. Ever for more,
where
reality minces illusion, to shatter gates. But shifts
rise,
to speak of fountains, and dahlia dreams. What has
come,
to sprinkle eyes, the deepest behavior? Ponder the
unsaid,
to feel for texture, to pause for wisdom. You want
for
passions, where pressure ensues, a must to prepare. Be
clad
with insights, a kind word—for weary souls. Assume
position,
to sing an anthem, to comfort friends. There’s a
sword,
to pierce a soul, to split for faith. Be familiar, to
study
physics, to feel for chi. We culture life, a gray science,
speeding
through conceptions. So slow for pace, to speak
for
clarity, to give a gift. I’m breath for stars, ever to
campaign,
asearch for signs. Be not amused, where smiles
pass,
ever for need. I end with heart, to muse your pulse.
