A calling of The Guard
What monumental Irapture hath taken hold of me
Thy pronouncement is the effinty singular motive indeed
The arid stain on thy hearts blasphemy ..may it flourish anew it means not to me
I reject thee in furvent prejudice even so I wish you free reign
To find the better path
for true love can not abstain
Yet surly I've taken  the degree of pain
to break the chains intended
I break away from thoughts unclear
 To you again I will never peer
The book of falsity has devoted its own hollow chapter
 of little note no need to master
Thy flag waved in the futures perception
Where your home is found in welcomed relflection
The different page of a saga familiar
The fool is shorned as the the flower is gathered
Upon my life I tire of the useless meander
To grasp ,and break, to love, to hate
Oh bloody hell will this be this my fate ?
Gift me reflection delivering lucid realization
That the song is the same ...nothing ever changes
Ahh but to bandy with me may your thoughts be well intended
 shorne clean of the faith make for  the harbour once intended
Thy words are inflections of limited expressions
and Ive wasted my time upon deep thoughts reflections
Again I walk upon the road intended
I see me again and I feel so elated
Oh but should I labour upon the measured word?
The term doth annoy me for the obvious absured
Que sara sara is the thought that i've heard

(c) 2017 Michael James Garland