Finish before starting departing the core
Neither defeat nor denial can value civil war
The scent of salt water two miles from shore
Smells exactly the same as the last time before
Glimmers of sapphire soft spots by the eye
Have colors twist and insist to love their lie
False answers to nothing the truths a bit dry
Quiz, question and quarrel what moral proves why?
The car on foggy roads needs two hands to steer
Disaster rolls faster, slowly switch gear
Of all rides to attend the end approaches near
Faint of the taint this small fraction of fear
Ink black and paper white intertwine in a mix
Laugh at two pounds of gooey bright bricks
Similarities with time among tocks and tics
Strange thing about time how or why it should fix