Adorned with counter praise

Easy in its ways

Don’t let the words

Get to your head

Listen instead

To the symmetry of

Past

Learn lessons

From others

Let Ear’s guide

To sensible solutions

Counter praise is just

Pollution

The music drones

Late into the night

After hours

As the sunset

Slips out

Of sight

The air is dim

And full

Rosins from the bull

Pushing the city

As the air antiquity

Rumbles from below

The city vents

All on my own

High tide

In a moments notice

Get the day on

Staying in love

And feeling the run

Of a high tide

The vines wrap

Over the edges

Fleeing

Green

Making a way

From

The start to finish

I can relate

With that fleeting hope

Slowly crawling

Maybe to better

Maybe to worse

But ahead

Non the less