Do you assist the storm and the season to the edge of distraction, in command of reason? Does it corrupt, define, or uplift, what you did for me? Would you take the fifth?
Am I a kiss away from a charity case? Do you deliver your soul (as devised) to my face?
What’s your input? I'm on the lookout for an outlook, but you knew I would be. I thought you understood. Leaving you left me shaken, but I knew I could.