Asymmetry

Asymmetry Strive to be What is held as clear as perfection Freshly polished glass I’ll have to pass Away Before the day That time abides With the tides Making me feel small Backed into the wall Wondering where from here? Where we have yet to venture Into the crisp light of tomorrow And the brisk chill of the past It all seems so rash That we Should be Dancing in the hills with the sheep Cuddling under the vines to weep A likeness of you I see in a cloud I feel under compensated From time itself Feel the wealth in itself What riches does the sun hold? Which colors of the light show bold? Break the mold Of desire Fuel the fire Charring the lungs Of the onlookers.