We
examine life, feeling unexamined, shifting through idiosyncrasies—as deep with
odds, affected by more, concerned with first causes: this beige woman; this
colorful trauma; that want to erase our parts—as more to blaming, a bit
unsettled, wondering of the big fuss; while daughters are uneasy, and sons are
catering, where mother is reluctant—this field of fires, decorated in venom,
where complaints are ramped: this terrible session, seasoned with chaos,
reluctant to do what’s right—for morbid reasons, as holding to hatred, where
people are beginning to bat an eye—in sheer amazement, as catching that
glimpse, to realize something’s askew; but more to tales, and playing pretend,
and looking horrified—as nights are glistening, as days are shimmering, while hours
are filled with songbirds; this glimpse of life, shadowed in diamonds, as
purged of illness; to face that challenge, as lies run thin, and persons
connect the dots; in sheer amazement, as to beckon reason, where tales unravel in chaos; but more to love, as soaring
through caves, ablaze this shining light; to see for comforts, this well of maybes, while sectioned in unbelief—that
place of souls, amazed with humans, to ponder of those hidden thoughts; while
some are dying, others are praying, where many are digging crevices; to live
that life, abashed with motives, carrying a number of secrets. We examine
waves, while unexamined, slipping through fences; as more that smile, padded by
beauty, where such is paradox: this inner funeral, as feeling unreal, to become
another’s victim; this fatal design, as gripping breath, to have lost at volume
our dignity; while one ignores—this place of tears, as to accuse one of
treachery; this vault of humans, as in pointing arrows, if but this must to
offend; where love was absent, this play of words, if but for a second by
climax. We live through traumas, affected through loses, while to gain through reason; to contend a dungeon, as
horrible persons, while color takes precedence: this field of fires, as
traipsing through valleys, while never to forget this trial; where mothers
shiver, as fathers shutter, and all points to carte blanche.
