Excellent times where excellent rhymes
Reverberate
Excavate your mental to find that something so simple
Will set you free
It's a perfect day to be the imperfect creation you are
A gift of wings from the stars
Bars of enlightenment plus coordination
Of rules to the core examination that'll bleed the contamination
Directly through your pores
Earthly chores with heavenly intent
Foresight and wisdom enough to repent
When energy is spent upon the relentless
Intercession from the suspense-less
And a proclamation that we invent this
Thoroughly intense imagination
One where the extreme creation of anti-degradation
Leads to the asphyxiation of the stagnant nations
We
Are
The
Future
Lead us not into temptation and deliver us from evil
And teach us again to just be ordinary people
Those who can laugh, those who can cry
Those who can receive and then fruitfully multiply
That which rests in the nests of Mother Earth
As we spread phoenix's ashes over the birthstone
Of the souls that are girth-prone
So that our worth-cone
Will taste of sweet delight
Write and recite that which just might
Dangle from the strings of childhood kites
And lights the way to the hope that we desperately need
Lifting up voices and relearning the syllables of succeed
That we may heed the pleas of the simmering hearts
And make our ends conjoined to our starts
Through intricacy of the trinity
The best of me
I let it free
For those who can't let it be
That they might find some levity
Through the slow walk in these halls of destiny

-Inspired by Brotha Kev and his classic "Things We Do"
One love ya'll
Peace