Do not try new luck after fall
And I know how the fight is not stopped
Wandering the wilds of the harvest
What if anything is appealing for sure?
The step without knowing what either silk
Life instantly clears in fight
My back is not empty in shelters
And time is plunders another decoy.
The candor that both wished
Absent penetrating distant flock
Striking ironies are constant,
And seeing what he could be beyond
The world should not empty
As fondly as not secured.