Eighty Four Years From Now.

Eighty Four Years From Now.

Friday, March 05, 2021

3:13 AM

Pace is set, race till wrecked, no need to supersede the superset.

Footnote in history, swear if you knew me, you would know I lost the best of me.

Maybe the best is still yet to come, maybe wishes and dreams really are meaningful things, and how much you care really is your best asset.

Smiling when your pretty sure you don’t know the meaning, leaning into the cold, acclimated to gleaning an rhyming reason.

Bent to a point, rendering moist, and everything in its season.

Presenting picturesque, melody to drown out the melancholy moot and mundane, yet love for the field and dandelions exclaim.

Beauty sustains the brain lucid the dream, droll on and on frivolous streams, babbling brooks amid deserts I guess. More than blessed but cray as hell, fishing for complements this pays not well, and drowning I am once again in oxygen.

Platypus tail and bats ears as well, a lizards gizzard an sum mo' things can't say, I hope this magic don’t burn me today. Experimenting with things that I know but an inkling, dicking with the balance is what I do best, is what Mmace was thinking.

Hope perstains remainders remind, harder and harder he's wracking his brain, can't stop in the same place and time that you already been.

Memories of good times he carries in a sack, strapped close to his heart knowing he cant go back, brandishing affable flourishes a whirlwind with words.

Embellishing with ease pen strokes appease, light and magic written in code, an inkwell that never needs filling, set down quill.

Thrilling ending pause for applause, looking back at what Ive written eighty four years on, ok now I am done mosey along.