Casting your eyes
Upon all of the diligent spies
We can fast forward with our cries
That we once knew a way to try
Our elemental tie
And now all that we can do
Is try to improve our view
Of astrological beams
And unsightly seams
Which can careen
Out of the moonbeam
Of unsightly dreams.
Be who you want to mean
To Be
Or incessantly see
That you can only be a washboard decree
Of sentimentality.