Predictable Paradox: Contemplative Echo


A crack in the web
Smacked apart by peering eyes
From their side, a loon
But this coon writes tunes
Not the singing kind though
Just secrets, all for you

One day, cryptics get cracked
On purpose or for one
It happens, it`s meant to
Yet, gag is classic still
…Even if lurkers question them
Just declarations, meant for me

Even now, wisps warn us
“Don`t hurt yourself... Ya fool”
Feelings like whips hurt too
...That`s the hint, a que
Quizzed in lyrics; best way
Though, not my first rodeo

Embrace the motions; love, faith
Define them if you must
But just, no negative notes
Vents are fine, perfect, groovy
...Dare not let it bind!