I want to scribe
A world in a chair
The gyrate of a awn
The icing of a pair
But how do i scour
The spills of a war
Soaked in a ember
Away from it all
I keep vying
In matrix and squares
A drill of a sept
The warble of a quail
But am i sick
From bubble of a mod
Why do i hustle
Guay in a fall
The orbs are glim
A glare to the sight
And i am a bird
Again in the light
But how can i fly
In fiction as a ghost
If verity is wonder
A hate to the whole
The blue is fading
A realm in a bind
The flash with vigour
A flag of the life
But how can i scribe
A lie of the door
When all i have
Is fear on the coast
