Extraordinary Forecast

When you row with vibes, You tend to lose more value... Outside some notable tribes, That always pressure to argue. When you seek attention off reason, You could definitely lose affection... Without reckoning title or season, That holds no clear motive to suspension. When you appear to attract, Probability stakes no idea to stand... You would defend to subtract, While you fail to flow as planned. When life hits raw so plainly, You could feel sour seeming cool... For the worst that seems best mainly Rides on a low above distant fool. While love fits your heart, Lust might lurk around trust... Driving hatred to impart, Beautiful mind till you can't adjust.