‘White lie,

‘White lie,

Waltzing through life as John Doe in search for myself while I seek for my train. Speaking in tongue and slowly as Mark Twain. “Apparently there is nothing that cannot happen today” such loose in strain we act all vain. We have our own fib; will you have that walk with me to Spain?

‘legends of the future,

‘legends of the future,

As timorous we are we couldn’t previse our ending future.It is in our nature to raise our hopes in the air. By asking for the who’s, the when’s and the where’s we shall find our love affair. They say “don’t poke the bear”, or thou shall fall down in million pair. So be aware my dear human being. Because you are the one to been keen. Though you prepare what you can repair.

‘Welkin,

‘Welkin,

As for the starry nights we will be walking down the dreamy welkin…. And as likely we are we will be wearing our bridge coat. For I try to quote Poe himself I lose my thoughts into his words of the blue note. “From the Hell of the planetary souls?” and ought he touch my bloody throat. He sketches little anecdote as he sails down the river on his rowing boat.

‘X,

‘X,

For such propounding move we search for the better in each person. As we are the thinkers of being teleological.

Though we greet with epiphany for a lesson to be a teacher by coercion. The future could be uncertain, yet we choose to be determined. So let’s all open that stage-curtain.

‘flower,

‘flower,

We happen to be talking about the when’s, the where’s and the why’s. But in reality we never just appreciate the things around us, as we are the spirit of the skies. So, every now and then we just have a leap of faith and let time catch us. For we all consider our future treasonous. The all unknowing mighty power is ticking his last seconds of the hour. And as bright he could be using his manpower he will be deflowered. So let her grow……  that lovely flower.

‘Chuffed,

‘Chuffed,

You think I wouldn’t be chuffed? I am releasing the pain that had me handcuffed. Raising my spirits up to the sky as I bluffed. So as they say; while dancing around in my room, thou shall inundate. Walking in a straight line towards my future that has been aligned. Before it falls down and thought to be misstate, we shall not hesitate before we can translate our long lost language dancing flow rate. To debate, or not to catch the bait. While skipping my heart rate I will liquidate.