This dystopian feel, calls for an interlude of two familiar loves,
Such a prolonging event awaits its long wanted meet upon their will to shove.
However, shall they know their inevitable fate, if one was to run backward?
(“Tell me, do you know my sweet-sad suffering? If you do,
Do you know it through the perception of my Blackbird?”)

Fear, you bestial being that manifests in us all,
I address you, knowing my rising balloon of confidence will make its venture small, because
What my blackbird sees is not opposite of what I spy, and
I spy, the exact reflection of our knowing through God’s eyes.

(“Afraid? Why must I? But my Blackbird…”)

Yes, my Blackbird does despise…(“Why?” )
I do not know…I do not know…I am as curious as the moon with the astronaut, though
How the beauty does radiate from the moonlight, I fail to question more, so I fear not; my Blackbird
Hides within my moments of confusion; a true escapist, but

I let time give a helping hand, and
Now my “Whys” are gone, they have faded out like the end of a song, I know now my Blackbird…

I know the fate you choose, so freely expressed through obvious steps, I should have known,
I should have known, from the beginning I saw, that you are the free spirit, and
(“I know the time is wrong, but I feel it might be right“)
I am the fool, that doesn’t listen when my instincts hear it…but
Whatever shall I do now? Shall I fall face flat in a Canal, or shall I keep seizing the now?

I know I, and I know I will keep on, even when the chase seems to be gone,
Even when my taste buds are burned, I will still attempt to taste,
Fore I know my love is not a simple trend, it can’t just stop its current pace…