Tell me keen, to the point of life?
Muted your answer for questioned,
Then make this your enduring strife!
Of all the synchronicities created by tongue and by tooth,
Few brought together lead to an absolute truth,
Many trigger concepts with mal-intent, for ideas aloof.
Certain is Dawn, in arms through the iron gates thus led,
Soon after, it seems your families are shed;
Standing vulnerable to all ideals, which might fill an ear or a head.
The afternoon brings, challenges fresh liberty and fun,
But the lessen is far from done, merely only begun,
Like the introduction to a song, yet to be sung.
Does evening draw near; from close ties have you strayed?
Possessions and wealth appear / serve as your salvation, your aide,
Pray they ignite our banks with Jade.
T’is felt, before the day can break anew,
Resolve Sins battle, within to without manifest - residing in you.
For forever The Purple, the Green, the Yellow and the Blue.
Must the wick topple, in the still of the night,
With what once was in shadow, now immersed in the light.
Your life was the point, to have and to hold.
A song unsung, a story untold / replaced with gold.
Might you now stand firm grounded, with truth as your guide.
For every, man, woman, infant and creature alive.
To assure only those possessing valor, may inherit this hyf.