Let me in between the vestige
Astounding, as we think
The blast of carbon lasted
It fills the air, and shows me everything
All - not stopping at the end
Where I deprived my stance to colour in the past
Filling toward the often askewed corrections/collections that fall
As we slip away, the vested concerns are everything but true
We'll slip away - call the answers everything but truth
Balance to be ahead of the impulsive impatience
Slowing yourself to live the shelf-life and antiquated
