Forward

Hello pain my friend
Or my enemy again
The rules I cannot bend
As I count from one to ten

I requested what you had
You've given what you got
It's could be rather sad
That it never hit the spot

I turn it to the sky
Crescendo comes in hand
I'm simply asking why?
Not attempting a demand

If words were pictures
What would be on this page?
Delicate paint mixtures
Or a bright face lost in rage

I have seen one face this morning
And another this afternoon
They're changing without warning
Like the phases of the moon

I ride as if I mean it
I don't just wear the shirt
I have to skirt the railing
For the breakthrough's that I flirt

I know that there's a reason
Part of a larger plan
A time and yes a season
To become a wealthy man

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