Shoot Straight

The wonder of life,

no longer in why,

the umbrella goes up,

the walk to abrupt.

The Mind of Track,

the notes in passed,

reminds me of a puzzling path.

The shadows of memory,

the haunt of thought,

the brick of core-learning,

the eloquence boxed.

To count on the innocence,

the certain or must,

the approach of the message,

the hello or the brush.

Backing made lyrics,

more easily heard,

stages the venue,

the World in blur!!

So fast and so quick,
it looks like a trip,
resembles the years of classical prints.

The landing of skip,

the whole of descent,

a path to remove,

obligation from spun.

The least of the value,

a measurement grade,

repeating the same or very mistake,

is only a lesson, 

if repeat pushes play.

The Tally of the Day,
is the sum of varied life expenses.