Words

If all should leave in time for daylight's mind,
I may have to improvise.
I may have to engender a feeling of something worth my time.
If everything must fall in a space where dreams are air impossible to breathe,
I should vary myself either to the reveries or such -
So soon enough shall I find, that
If things are about the rules and daily orthodox of rules,
I may have to violate them.
I may have to live the life of ogres feeding fears.
Can you hear the calling of the chimes?

If everything is supposed to be what they are supposed to be,
Then it's not fate; that is not destiny.
Call it brittle words: brittleness made into words.
If everything are verses unrepresentative,
I may have to fight a god with my mighty sword.
After all, they're all just words... they're in so far words.