Courtesy Bow

Your life painted before you

Stolen by the most uneducated of thieves

Her smile's intoxicating

So let me make a toast to revival

I have enough on my chest to write a novel

And that's where it will stay until your ears are open for business

So I can't sell myself short this time

A market full of used death beds

The merchant smirks with a mouth filled with saw teeth

You leave the store like your past, empty handed

The needle in the hay stack lies buried in abhorrence

Reverse the cycle

Start with a courtship

And end with the world