Patterns in my mind I keep,
Like frozen rain the weather take.
Upon a misty noon I’ll sit,
And pray for disbandment.
The tardy few who take the time,
Should see the sun in all its rise,
And bring with its warmth and light.
Of inner truth of true insight.
Let it wash my skin like life,
As water breaks the tides.
And polishes the strife.
Of man and his endless pride.
The day will come, when strong men fall,
Harder hitting on the ground.
Positivity rebounds, as songs are sung,
And once again the world will go round.
To take it place as an eccentric art,
Not for sale, or to be sold.
As its beauty plays its gander pa
rt.
As a perfect world remolds.