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A month's recess


A synopsis of intermissions because of a lovely existence We threaded back to our lineage's tool box Containing proof of resolutions As well as a link to a lock Our evolution must contain repetition Our memory must be stimulated Affirmative feelings And creative meanings May we go back in time? To crave our mind's desire To retire to a question of animosity soon relishing to elation Even in the midst of a war story We found glory and an elevated hug Recognizing our faults and getting rid of an inaccurate thinking drug Although traces of a drug are found in the present Through recognition generates notions of lessons The new objective may come and of course we use the same tool box but as a different muse Combining the modern and vintage screws as the past present and future intertwines that would pronounce to civil times Further assailing towards softly, subtly, ground breaking to a cure.
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