Air that rests on subtle timing,
Verification endowed –
Too Loud, much too Loud
To be Heard, To Be Seen
To be Loved;
With aim of Unconditionality.
Misstep, mistake, misfire
On all Options
Only to Evoke;
That perhaps, a Friend is in Need.
I’ll hear you out,
I too know what it’s like to suffer in Silence.
When the Mirror
Is a Death Sentence
To only Breathe Life into Others,
Somehow thinking of the good intentions,
That my repair of others and I and others,
And our tumultuous relationships that define so,
Will lead me to greater pastures.
Good Intentions are not meant for Honesty,
Lies with Greed,
For Gluttonous Fellows to only
Grace one’s self with an ounce of Respect.
Once debt, unmet,
And this is why Time functions
On Illusionary Agreements
Of what a Schedule means.
I won’t rush the Pace
For short-term satisfaction.
Cutting Corners
Is only for the Sweet Treat
Of Cake
Meant for celebrations,
Not Everyday.
It’s best that way.