Bring Me Back

“Bring me back to life - revive the mic;

Alive - time ripe; Abide - shine right;

Precise: Confide the truths in rhyme;

Concise: Insights comprise the proof from rites;

The heights I climbed in youth provide, the sights in mind I use to rise;

These lines invite the open eye, to spy the finds inside designs:

Symbols, signs betokening price, simple wistful openings filled full by might;

Resigned from trying to shy my side;

Instead, align by tying tides to times;

I think I’m fine - I’m primed;

No place to hide - good lord - devine;

So now I’ll ride - back out the mine, I’ll scout the skies;

Devout replies - About, I shout:

‘The doubts subside’;

Just how? Rerouted: Bouts allowed the shrouds to fly;

I couched the pouty, lies, the grouchy;

Grind, apply: Arrive at nine; The clouds are loud - bright white;

Expound the plight: Surround with light until astounded;

Roarin’ ‘round the ice, I oar - explore more, but do not deplore the natural borders;

Pastures with forts - resorts, the sort that I’d reside: How to afford the prize?

Do homework, write, do lordly-like types of labor - favorably into the night if it majorly caters to living right - nice.”

- Old Dying Joe