Blindly, i gauge the retrace
Of a path to you I once blindly paved

My eyes complain beyond the peak of my hat
In strain of what they're forbidden to concieve.

Tilting my head, my neck, the enabler, rubbers up,
Fore the sky done done its setting.

Even as its setting, the sun still shines, sublime,
Bright On the belly of the bird banking away from it.

Should i shy, and shake? Keeping my self in ...