The Neatly Tied Tumble

The match in book of difference,

still does burn the same,

the all because it's Fire,

showing simple flame.

A pattern to the words,

implore to open turns,

a warrior in the ringer,

is the ride to more than change.

Repeated lines in written,

to rehearsals Venue par,

the charge of choice is lifted,

life prisons with it's bars.

Braking understanding,

to comprehending talk,

addition would not lack,

should sparks envelope locked.

Fixed states of surrender,

an elemental state,

to speak of invitation,

the talk of only caught.

Broken Lives are worthy,

to see the oddly cursed,

orders sent to followed,

than breaking makes mistakes.

Curtains being lifted,

no time will just replace,

the in between is sifting,

to understand the Race.

A starting gate with open fate,

is destined to be clear,

the question of the set,

is salting wounds of dear.

An offer to the purpose,

the lift to elevate,

knows that with the chapter,

a City has felt the Take.

The venture of the given,

to watch the oddly livin',

forgetting that the hurt,

drove the most invert.

Human contact drifting,

away from any touch,

the calls are made to contemplate,

the why is questioned too.

The time it took to be a friend,

happened with the thought,

how nice it would be to return,

the example of not in bought.