The end draws closer on starstruck eyes.
For the history on the bed post lies.
With apparel of fire on this Summer day
Burning with zesty dances 20 miles away.
Because Sir Gawain knew the stakes at hand.
But he opts not to die on the Green Knight's land.
I may be neither Gawain nor green knight.
I am the whirlwind borne of a future bright.
And oh how the Heavens speak when I'm coasting
But oh how Mother Earth speaks when I'm toasting
Father sky shows the way to a world beyond our own
Will you come with me or would you have me die alone?
Such that I'm practically a dispensary for feelings.
What feel is most practical for you these fine evenings?
I have good feels, bad feels, and dirty ones too.
But still I'm left wondering which I set aside for you.
This world is in such a beautiful time and place.
Especially when there's no contest or race.
Fear not the complications of national policy.
Just proceed happily and embrace all your honesty.
And 'dot dot dot'; ellipses those sentences you find deep.
For human beings have millions of reasons to weep.
Even though the struggling is the obvious thing to do,
Be done with it and love yourself as much as I love you.
