Framing thoughts
Into the correct picture
Takes measurement
The eye for quality
A fine discernment
Temptations give way
To reasonable walls
Fears are just like loves
Love is a form of fear
And the sky hands the winter
A letting go for new designs.
Human beings fade in and out
In an electronic land of numbers
Green paint splatters the grass
The producers regulate human madness
As the engineers create with out passion
People laughing at heartless humor
Dressed to impress
Yet the impression fades with the darkness.
Together in the lost art
On the table
Under guidelines
Where calculators
Spin in triangles
Horror by equal measure delivers
Bad breath upon the floor
Recently covered in bone
When was it romantic to be alone
When did we lose ourselves?
Into the correct picture
Takes measurement
The eye for quality
A fine discernment
Temptations give way
To reasonable walls
Fears are just like loves
Love is a form of fear
And the sky hands the winter
A letting go for new designs.
Human beings fade in and out
In an electronic land of numbers
Green paint splatters the grass
The producers regulate human madness
As the engineers create with out passion
People laughing at heartless humor
Dressed to impress
Yet the impression fades with the darkness.
Together in the lost art
On the table
Under guidelines
Where calculators
Spin in triangles
Horror by equal measure delivers
Bad breath upon the floor
Recently covered in bone
When was it romantic to be alone
When did we lose ourselves?