A thing of beauty
In the eye to behold
Is a delicate rose
That will live and die
In a few days time
So we must take out time
To take in the beauty
Of the
Evanescent rose
A thing of beauty
In the eye to behold
Is a delicate rose
That will live and die
In a few days time
So we must take out time
To take in the beauty
Of the
Evanescent rose
From the far off lands
Of the rolling hills
And falling sands
We learn that the world
Itself
Has a plan
For us
If we listen
Or if we care
If we like or if we
Share
So I will say it now
Just be prepared
Don’t wait
If that is not
Your way
Of doing this life
In these moments
Breaking the new
Is a way of
Taking back what is now
Old
And creating something
Right now
Or
Real soon
The late nights
Nighters
Start when the sun
Is just about to begin
Is daily rotation
I am one in that nation
Of eyes
Looking at the sky
Just before dawn
Wake up
And I’ll take up
A new type of
Analytical
Process
To the days ahead
The times have run
Off the course
Of the normal
Bouts of information
Now stationed
At a place
That is unrealistic
And false
Today’s blue
Is light and airy
In the sky filled with
Sunshine and light dust
The sky must
Be the honor and hope
Of the day
Ahead
So instead of the
Regular grind
I look to the sky
Today to see
The blue
It’s never quite that easy
Identity
Ideally
Realization
It’s a complicated thing
We have to understand
That the layers of a person
Are the layers
That we learn about
Hand in hand
Time’s up for the night
So be alright
With what was accomplished
And what was left
For tomorrow