Traveling backward
I found a rhyme
I made a speech
I solved a crime
I flew in the window
I wasn’t on time
I called you
You didn’t see
Something was moving
It wasn’t free
So I sent
Money to measure
Future to treasure
Bourne to be
Quick make a move
Satellite dreamer
Focused to prove
Built in mirror
Reflecting the son
Counteract knowing
Finding one
Along the way
Was scene misconstrued
As the one secret
Carpenter viewed
Following in sight
Found to be
Listening to the band
Protecting me
I read the signs
I fought the cause
I stole my suite
That’s because
I was cut
Out of time
Seeing frame
Put in rhyme
But the crying seen was suspicious
As
Many call on me
Purportedly
To avenge her
Sounds like he wanted
Nothing more
Nonetheless
There was moor
Grave to him because he knew
The letter said
He was blue
Kind of mad
He worked it out
Cover story had planted doubt
By everything he said before
Masking one on the floor
Who was late
Finding you
Couldn’t know
What to do
With this someone
Who was saying no
Matter police would ever show
Kept locked up for privacy
Speaking for a contrary
Point of view
Soliciting what I think
They knew
Problematic voice of two
Listening in
Telling you
Is there something
We can do
Nothing more
For confessing crime
The open door we’ll help you find
Which was a problem
For singing song
Accusing them
Of doing wrong
Conspiracy theory
Fought the run
Bringing trouble
Saying one
Would continue carrying
The weight
Forgetting that
Song
In mind
Was eight
Who was passively
Studying you
Made you trip
On seeing blew
I couldn’t be around
In picture that you thought was sound
For bothering you
About the eight
Compromised what you knew was hate
Which was old
Blasting concept regarding mold
Brought me down
Said I’m late
If only I could change my fate
Coming through in hurried gait
Finding voice to sing at last
Kept looking forward
While seeking past
In body which he knew was bound
Laid down some tracks
Where peace was found
For getting he was all alone
Making movie on his own
Turning bored on
Finding sound
Trading reel
Gaining ground
About how it’s made
Bringing back the retrograde
Sound forming tape that’s fed
Guiding one in channel’s head
To the other
Magnetizing sound of brother
Taken down
In hero’s wake
Formulating something fake
That I knew was well
Taken in
ARM was allegoric sin
Bonding with my own
Shooting story was known
To a few
As my brother
Said at wake
There will never be another
Guy like him
A musician
Whose songs would appear
Like he was some magician
Going out on a limb
To carry one
Finding grimm
News about the others
Way that I knew brothers
Seen in marriage plot
Groomed in one
Who eventually got
Everything
She wanted
The rope
For playing with the band
The dope
She didn’t understand
The call
Meant for giving words
The ravens
Which were more than just two birds
To all
Who hurt
Behind the scene
The rose was mind
Inside a dream
To carry forward
Beauty’s spell
Encased within
A bird shot shell
While doves do seek some
Making ground
A light on earth
To look around
For seeds
Which planted
More than fare
Would nourish those
Who sought with care
About the ways and wiles of men
Who never thought about the pen
Nor how they sold a stolen laughter
Breaking hearts to groom disaster
Trading in what they knew
Payment for their point of view
Calling curtains for the act
To make a scene staged as fact
Bringing in the player known
Four tantalizing words
Were shown
Saying how we can’t come back
Out of the blue
Penned for attack
If you said I was old
Feeling ill because of mold
Drawing back the curtain where
I was it
Seen as fare
Heir still golden tinged with silver
Facing time
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