Half-Life Of An Autodidact

Is love a fool
A brackish goad?
Protected like
A lilac cove
Becomes by the breath of the sun
Denuded and diffused
Again
And while the winds, so sired, so subsumed
Forbade his day by rule
To ever lapse into ruin
And regret
Juliet, oh I can’t crease
I get tired
I just get tired
Cause Fleur-de-lis, noblesse oblige
Down to the wires
I just got tired
Along the flame to you
Among the way to you
40 years to finally wake up
And 9 more to sling the snakes out of view
Richly pink
That steel poem flam
A flint of luck
Miscast my chance
As one
Does after days
A droll dance
Triumph after triumph
Dashed
Words that churned passed fire and the moon
The stranger crossed my view
Making good on their promise and our youth
Purity, please, oh I can’t preach
I get tired
I just get tired
Cause Fleur-de-lis, noblesse oblige
Down to the wires
I just got tired
Along the flame to you
Among the way to you
Along the flame to you
I’m on the way to you
40 years to finally wake up
And 9 more to sling the snakes out of view
Along the flail to you
Among the way to you
Along the flail to you
I’m on the way to you