The Lost Words

If it fails to suffice,
This tungsten tinted lifetime
Then, for you, I'll believe in reincarnation.

And, given the choice,
I'd relinquish my rhyme
To find a sunshine bathed, green gold salvation.

But I shall find a device
By which I buy some time
For the rhyme and the word, lost in translation.

While they giggle and run
Through my brightened mind
They seem to have a keen sense of balance.

But when the moment does come
For them, a place to find
On a paper they seem to find a new nuance.

If it were just one,
A quirk, I wouldn't mind
But you seem to turn my words into chronic truants.

And so in the rain or in the sun,
I struggle to forge a bind
That will keep them from falling completely to ruins.


It is testamemt to your unwanted victory that i cannot even seem to sing praises of the inspiration you afford me.