The message wasn’t ever so clear
I own the time, when my time is near
“Finally!” They Say “ He touched a Chord”
Sad! it ends up being his final word
Some ever so lonely walks it took
The shedding of some unpopular thoughts
The Surprise present on an unexpected nook
A diversion which skewed away a planned path
Blue Flumes from a Cigarette fumed away a streak
The lost gleam gave way to the undreamt
He does need to walk to the pedestal they said
If your story is ever to be heard
“Why cant I leave some open questions”
He is 24 and is one of the unruly sons
It isn’t always perfect to be good
Wouldn’t Would be better than the Should
Redemption is the flavor of the season
They dream every night, and we redeem
What use is another take on your dry reason
“Nobility” in your story is the everyman dream
The fumes blackened a breathing lung
Redundant ideas were seen flying in the sky
In the death throes I decided the line
Here ends my story which is not mine
I hid that line in realms of the college victory
When it twisted to necessitate that pink love
While She smiled, when he pulled one more of his antics
They call the line one of my mysterious tricks
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nice play of words :) congrats and best wishes for more...
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