I know the manifold tears, these bloodshot eyes
Wait all night for the seamless act of day
Alas you're coming, brilliant and despised
Implies a wider plain of 'how they may '
  If prose would play,this life ain't what it seems
More missed than understood, resolves that way
Between the lines what selflessly esteems
But fades, just raise your head and take your pay
  Yellow isn't yellow every sight
A gift of knowing hovered over you
Guess we'll write,"At least he was polite."
Review survalence, she's been watching you
   Truth, nightmare, rage, it sorts out clean
   While young we should have boasted what we mean