It’s the rhythm of the movement

Follow through if you choose it

Don’t let fear run from you

It’s there for a reason

To keep things even

Look around the opposites

To the attraction of the positives

Ionic blazes that a breeze fed life to

Anticipation is only what I might do

Not what’s in stone, all that is history’s clone

A marker for the bones of those gone home

Wrong turn, right situation

Exanimation of improper Occupations

Keep em civil, they laws are dribble

Drips out of a pipe when the water should be flowing

Cold frozen drops a rain when it should be snowing

You shouldn’t be smoking, for my health

Just like you shouldn’t have to pay the taxes on my wealth

Sell what they can’t steal; what’s the opposite of real?

Is it fake or is it nothing, real has to mean something.