I’m
wispy thoughts, plus, this shifty mood, at mystery for others; to know by
chase, that deep soul, pulling while tugging at brains; this flux of hearts, to
bypass vengeance, but a product of devilish deeds: his mother’s aura; his
father’s horror; as living out those adult lives. I wander our souls, by
interrogating self, while to realize a list of motivators: that need for
clearance, rehearsed through contracts, that unspoken thirst for acceptance. I
tilt a slant, that steep recognition—that it matters little while shame is
amuck; but life for passions, this art to soar, our sores to roar; at lambent
exists, with wonder her mind, believing in this course of actions. It offers
lenience, before faces to suffer: it vets a form of segregation; where souls can
breathe, even by pretend, by groups remaining silent; to nod by turns, at
innocent eyes, to pass that legacy. I ponder feelings, to seek as sought,
realizing particular shifts; this wonder to aches, as passionate fires, where
one attempts to lift her soul; that dungeon at heights, as cleared by keys, to
find that second analyzing interventions. I know that heart, as moved with
silence, by chase searching for normality: that free-flowing breeze; that torch
upon mountains; that indomitable snowman: to trek infinity, by wills of souls, to have by experience
such deliverance; that shift by zones, as reaching inwardly, as too, those
seconds of disenchantment. We often war,
for myriad reasons, where some things are intolerable; as never apologies; or
more, “It had to be,” or by caves such living atrocities; but wings expand,
peering at eagles, while feeding terns; that place at hearts, shooing a ferret,
pondering how to save wildlife. Its
mystic enchantment, or otiose fun, running by aches this forest of futilities;
or mere design, to choose our legacies, by far a journey for strengths: that
cautious smile; those ruffled eyes; that brain a mansion of rooms.
