Mind Fiddling

Match make her, match make earth, Match make 'er,

Roar,

as Math will Add-Up,

Abstraction is Buff. 

Do you believe in Traditions lost to Conditional lies,

responsive to you, want I need, and neither of us,

begin the realize.

Well.....if....I were a Fire fly upon the crowded Song,

than I would sing the weirded strong just to see,

the sweating lather of a Man on the Moon to be,

the proof of the footing steps I need.

Of course as We make decide to never know,

than the Singer is the Price in a 'Charming' of polled,

and the Aughter is the Public at presently Band,

a photographic moment in painted of land.

A girl that plays Fire,

may be burned by the Match,

the ring of squired is the shots on the Wire,

a walking alter with various requires.

Bookings of oral traditional feats,

the Venue, the Role of Casted for Seeds,

not sewn uncommons just costing the Tree.

The mounting impression of written confession,

speaks of such things,

as oddly repeating months of the leading,

maid posting believing.

Misunderstood as can't or I should,

either developed the words in eye could,

as thirdly responsive the Mass speaks to speed,

the faster you go the slower the dough.

Stretching these Moments to Hours of Seconds,

the amount in the middle is the miss of the fiddle,

scoring to lucky the stride of the view,

is much like the broader of all that is due.

With nothing to offer moreover a clue,

the Moon and the Sun have changed Colours too!!

The Hills are dyeing as Mountains are Sky,

the litter of language the negative vibe,

communicates to hearing that we all will just die,

in liberty and peace and without evened try.

The sequel will Sacred a proverb to make,

in 'The Continue' the will not to fake,

a path with a terrible agreed it's a shake,

the quiver of Arrow's make known Two the Barrow,

that the strength of the Cause,

is the Share of the Pause.