plants are bleading
bargins left pleading
i am what i am
a fool whose lost his sham
the tigers breathing
is as calm as reading
waiting on his prey
as his heart turns grey
clocks are ticking
and lights left flicking
our world is always on
waiting for your song
your time is done
and thats no fun
so whatever youve learned
comes from letters unburned
4 less lies
mix with attentionless cries
takes the night away from here
to a place so sad
i cannot shed a tear
life and time
have gon and lost their minds
but eyes and ears
stay open and candid
without any fears
the hypochondriac's
risk of a heart attack
still makes no less sense
and has lost its suspense
the birds will soar
while the tiger will roar
still the grounds to make amends
comes from such troubled winds
her misguide fortune
overexagerates the portion
yet the niave will take trial
with their relentless denial
chivalry is not dead
it just doesnt fancy the newbred
the mistakes remain deft and sly
when decisions turn faces to sighs
match book fates
come shiped in wholesale crates
vanity and greed comes and lays
in the place that you bow
still, i hear what he says
strung with fire
where the hammers become drier
beings invite the purity
on any occaision
as long as they have security
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