WITH A CLIMB

Little by little, fragments at a time,

I have made it on my own with a climb,

Higher, the trumpets play in tune,

The time is coming to see you soon.

 

Uncover the rocks beneath your dwelling,

I am the only one to stop the swelling,

The dark bruises may eventually heal,

But they have taken away, of what they have steal.

 

When was it officially issue without a recourse,

Our anniversary is near, as you carried the torch,

Signed on the table with the white cloth linen,

When I first saw you, you were my soul mate in my opinion.

 

Maybe you ask what this language is all about.

A new baby heartbeat makes me just want to melt,

A dealer may like the year end blowouts,

Is it really charitable or are you having some doubts?

 

How do you write off and get a deduction?

I know, I won’t let you down without touching,

So many scenarios but what is the real action?

Those fragments are coming closer within a fraction.

 

What are the fine print on the back of paper?

It is me or you? Can you feel a clean vapour?

Where is actually your head office located?

Does it need to get stamped or time dated?

 

Do you revolve going the opposite direction?

Coming to a point, with a stop, and then give election?

Only the eye can see this sequence,

Divide it in half as you put up a fence.

 

The transparent actions of this is how it’s printed,

Keeping it in a vault offshore as I have hinted,

No wonder why it look so good underneath,

Winning the lottery, in a safe haven on the beach.

 

Rest assure the hills will spread into a cave,

Where they will no longer be left to be saved,

The accountants and the authorities are criminals,

As they knew 10 years ago about my famous signals.