The Collision of Unseen Words Trying to Break Us Free

As an ardent lover of words to share,

Each day I prosper further into the rhythm of the stares,

This journey goes without warning into perpetual growing passionately perplexed chaos set dormant for so long,

The solution is left to mystify all those guessing of the damage to belong,

Ironic the things that last over familiar time periods,

Repeating the looping circle with added steroids,

Words flow out with sound,

Most just let them fall to the ground,

Preoccupied with the less optional things,

We are married to this earth with the shiniest rings,

A marriage that is more in the area of life or death,

It is failing with every lost thought and breath,

When this marriage fails it cost many lives,

The plants grow as the children occasionally except with the case of occasionally causing hives,

Everything could be set to the right key with just the right sequence in melody to wake up from this cursed dream,

Becoming a strong song with just the right flow of words in just the right scene,

We are the instruments with the mixed version waiting to be rearranged,

Playing the proper way will help us to get past the unchanged,

Together we are meant to help the world with its enchanting beauty of hidden mysteries,

Gathering the information of the past histories,

Catching the errors that the words left behind,

Working together side by side,

Creating a time with better times,

Not a place where everyone has to worry about their spending dimes.