Just when the known becomes undone before the hull As a mast unto the rest. Treasure in the sky. A whisper on the wind. Here we go as it comes back again. Inspiration strikes the book Though the match wont light again.. Another solid note left for everyone Anything feels gold to the one who whims The early bird wins again. Never fire whithout cold No solice with out the wind. Catch the gleam as gold. Collect it while it sends; As it's apathy runs old. Whither it while i mend. Time is for the bold. Yet too subtle to pretend. And as the memories unfold, use it for what it is. Some how my intuitions' gaining friends. You know that sound.. As it comes back around to fall at foot. Your tale is tall beyond what comprehension can undergo. Tell no one; but what of that friend. Youre not weak. Youre not daft. But you know that somethings come as hindering and of anchor. Choose wisely before you move into the abyss. This is your time. Shine with it.











