In Attempts To Acquire Attire Fit For A King
We Go Limp As We Tire From The Pendulum Swing
Desire's Hired To Inquire From Higher Beings
But Tomorrow’s Dire Need's Retire Our Seeds

Rubble cuddles the bleak ash of past,
Stumble; the suns heat thumbs a gasp.
Brash black waves wave as they pass
in haze... Kiss the asphalt one last
time then climb away fast. Here I die.
Pacing fear along a blind curbs high dive
before I drop by... Ill just find what lies
below these hopes as we come to arrive.
Land in the left lane, no breath, still standing.
Dancing centerline as wild wills land thinned.
Hands out wide, down that balance beam
that is the street all I found around was me.
To the left life flew through my fingers,
as the right strikes the way to defy sinners.
And here I jog the odd silence's palace...
Stumbling along the centerline try’n' to find balance.

Time Pauses .. Nothing .. Except For In Times Of Suffering
.. When We Want Shit To Speed Up To Hide The Gluttony ..
Tough To Fight The Fluttery, Jumbled Feelings Deep Within
As Contorted Heaps Of Mumbled 'Bleeps' Signal The End
We Belittle The Men's Frivolous Trends, Hindered By Whims
Until We Scope What Tends To Be Splintered & Censored
Enter The Center, Understand His Vibrant, Inner Most Nomad
Beginners Toast And Gloat Back When They See He's No Man
So Glad, To Finally Find That Balance Intwined And Salvaged
Behind His Callus In What Defines His Talent's Grand Design
I Invoke All The Neglected Rhymes As I Stroke This Hand Of Mine
This Moments Brought To You & Reflected By The Sands Of Time.

In Attempts To Acquire Attire Fit For A King
We Go Limp As We Tire From The Pendulum Swing
Desire's Hired To Inquire From Higher Beings
But Tomorrow’s Dire Need's Retire Our Seeds

Done