I lie on my poetic couch
Staring blankly into the horizon
Rummaging over the throbbing missiles
Hauled into my emotional effigy
Neigh I deserved them or not.
Time and Tides wait for none
But doesn't invert it's queuing conform
Who's time is next, we're in oblivion
Everyone's got his face in his palm
Perfectly moulded by the Divine.
Life's a race, fast and furious
Pressure surround psas ligands
And imagine, are being unnecessarily curious
Watching out who becomes your right hand
Amd withdraw when it becomes tumultuous.
"E wan bi", my heart is still alive
Albeit turned Codex rescriptus, palimpsest
Cos it has to commence another story afresh
A love piece continuing in Eternal bliss
And non-apologeticlly dedicated to none.
You've got that innate frailness
A whistling character that seeks rectification
Pls put the assumption to a permanent halt
Because no time tarries but purposed
See, I close my eyes
And assume it's all a bad dream
That's how I get by, like Captain Sparrow.
