Pleased to eliminate the rearview mirror
Obligations no longer hinging on the strength of recent history
That grey cloud which entered the mind made certain words more famous than before
Opening the mailbox was easy until negative winds got word
Must retool this engine buzzing of fate chosen, crested by precision
Yes, you had handsome handwriting, we share the same blood
We leave only because of mistrust and ill function, suggestible to a fault
Eyes testing faith, waiting to duck the hammer
To enjoy a room is having a space within its own
Looking the other way temporarily powerful, leaving behind the unseen a respite
Programmed for a solution, one out of the razor sharp sticks