smoke twirl

Formulate this?
Formulate what?
Meditate and metamorph
into something you never
thought was possible

holding down the lines like he's holding down the flow's
trying so hard to be something he will never know
pretending its o.k like the incoming of the tide
but now he's run out of his bait
and he's running out of time
there is a battle coming, and has all way's been
doe's it make sense, or is all not what it seems
his vision waning too fast
now he cannot see at all
struggling in the darkness
in a panic so subtle
now he fears the reasons
the shedding of the light
destroying everything
in all he would aspire
but a warmth and calm is beckoning
this time is not for you
so many wrongs so many pains
but still so many roads to choose
pay attention listen for there has never been a doubt
there has always been a hope with in you
let love let life turn round
fading on a dream of spring
when youth was free
trading off this old and used
for there it is to see
sifting slowly slowly sifting
let a good word so uplifting
take a sorrow and its misery
re write eye sight
re write history