In Absolute

Uncompleted phrase in the morning writes An overabundance of incoherence to follow The Good intentions Spoken in absolute They are Abruptly set free If I could live in this moment I would Life is a game of memory My story is suspicious So Leave me a blank obituary At the center of the circle Is the beginning Of a balancing act Loss and gain It shall foretell the signs Of a million weary eyes It's a sore story, and chaos for whom Allow their story to coincide A literal way to magnify The sensible path Completed phrase in the final script An overabundance of incoherence to follow The Good intentions, spoken In absolute