How might the existence
Charting fall beyond what I still see
And as much as fetch, a desire
Express this emotion in clear day
The back end would shape up
And nothing from the past or other opportunity
Trying any step benevolent
Where the solution would bring the soul.
The singing is framed in emotion
And I know the bitter day, and even vain
In the frames of this indomitable dream
Vestiges of that longed
Taking either assault this harvest
And time will propose another moment.