More Than a Prose

illusions are fooling him on his deeds And so he thought he's sounded, so well equipped So silly, an insolent his brain has beeped. On this singular thought, if real; he isn't meant to lead. Behold escalating wisdom in this rhythmic voice Perhaps he will find in it, a recipe for life. Although, he is among man known by all the world-noise -A locust of diamond, bronze, silver and gold. This moment must welcome the truth to be told. Has he ever believes in his words Or ever confides in his pen? Not at all, he believes in his sword Or more than this; the belief is in his den. So said chorus is more than the familiar tone It is similar in kind but not in depth From the cap to the shoe will give testimony. But a must parable for a brilliant mind And not for a bimbo at loose ends. This moment needs rest from the day's grind. He is ready to dance to the subtle silence And figure out the prowess in the solitary hunt His soul is safe and sound to the diligence And his heart is kindly calm to the front. While in bed, he erect to his vision. An account he’d thought was so sound Now reveals to him a graveyard consternations And he rise against those mysteries abound.