Give times three just to be
See the internal things complete
There are sun's rays in dismal days waking to contemplate the intended way
Is that truth or seduction pushing you to be productive in a society constructed for subliminal human destruction
How many questions swirl about your head as you walk across guesses and estimations wishing for beginnings to beautifully hued endings
Wake to the imagings of hearts twisted into existence and know the veracity of clarity as you find your own perfected sanity
Definitions in four just to be sure that the idea upon the premise is wholly yours
Eyes wide as you walk on by spying the tried and complicated wondering why as you take your appointed time
Chaos is the honey glazed bliss that coats and flavors all existence
And we move on through proving that we determine the hue as all else work to dissolve our particular glue looking to destroy all we can do
If you walk in your bliss remember the hiss of the jealous can sound like the melody of the siren seeking to cajole and devour
Intention is the game of this hour
There are waterfalls in rainbows leading to pitfalls ending in the abyss that your mind still blindly dismisses
Walk with me there are things that bring clarity to the graying mists of silent agony
It is not about external belief it is about the certainty of nonconformity conforming the mind to hold its truth as sublime
The last line always holds time as you ponder your distinct whys