Seasons
change, so do impressions on face
From
a humble touch eventually to ash
Of
the free lands some burgeoned some not
If
there's dream in mind that ignite
Then
there's share to find that see sight
Lastly
there's chart to bind, circumventing plight
Does
coalesced of it in 'verbatim' stand
ratified?
Indoctrinated
such standards certainly brighten
But
'absolute' of anything are short sighted
Nurtured
never through bough, never be
Else
embraced who when traversed, discord we've seen
The
fear voracity for existence amongst us
Would
lead us to pursue any principles
That
might restrict to abode where dwelled
Budged
away from it once, one finds no story to tell.