Retrospect will tell a tale to anyone who can conceive
Happenstance beyond the veil has gone away we can't retrieve
Stumbled upon a mantra
Within the walls a granite mezzanine
Obscured by thoughts of blunder
Relinquish doubt for something unforeseen
Ostentatious actions have been so refined
There's no way to scrutinize
Metamorphic primates have become enshrined
It's a system of demise
Echoes of distant thunder
Dismiss the notion that's been preconceived
Remnants have been forsaken
An orifice made known to those bereaved
Hieroglyphic sentences are misconstrued
There's no means to be succinct
Onus always seems to be the second choice
All the signs have been distinct
Can't avoid it
A sentimental crime
The zeitgeist
Spirit of the times
Performance by a mime
The zeitgeist
Talk of the town
Beneath the pink sky
A cacophony of wails
Reaching crescendo
Lead by sherpas on the trail
Subject to invocation
All indications lead to discontent
Along the way meander
Until it's opportune to circumvent
Incongruent tendencies become adverse
When the means have been denied
Episodic passage in a manuscript
There's no proof it's been applied
Can't escape it
A sentimental crime
The zeitgeist
Spirit of the times
Performance by a mime
The zeitgeist
Talk of the town
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Retrospect will tell a tale to anyone who can conceive
Happenstance beyond the veil has gone away we can't retrieve
Stumbled upon a mantra
Within the walls a granite mezzanine
Obscured by thoughts of blunder
Relinquish doubt for something unforeseen
Ostentatious actions have been so refined
There's no way to scrutinize
Metamorphic primates have become enshrined
It's a system of demise
Echoes of distant thunder
Dismiss the notion that's been preconceived
Remnants have been forsaken
An orifice made known to those bereaved
Hieroglyphic sentences are misconstrued
There's no means to be succinct
Onus always seems to be the second choice
All the signs have been distinct
Can't avoid it
A sentimental crime
The zeitgeist
Spirit of the times
Performance by a mime
The zeitgeist
Talk of the town
Beneath the pink sky
A cacophony of wails
Reaching crescendo
Lead by sherpas on the trail
Subject to invocation
All indications lead to discontent
Along the way meander
Until it's opportune to circumvent
Incongruent tendencies become adverse
When the means have been denied
Episodic passage in a manuscript
There's no proof it's been applied
Can't escape it
A sentimental crime
The zeitgeist
Spirit of the times
Performance by a mime
The zeitgeist
Talk of the town
Happenstance beyond the veil has gone away we can't retrieve
Stumbled upon a mantra
Within the walls a granite mezzanine
Obscured by thoughts of blunder
Relinquish doubt for something unforeseen
Ostentatious actions have been so refined
There's no way to scrutinize
Metamorphic primates have become enshrined
It's a system of demise
Echoes of distant thunder
Dismiss the notion that's been preconceived
Remnants have been forsaken
An orifice made known to those bereaved
Hieroglyphic sentences are misconstrued
There's no means to be succinct
Onus always seems to be the second choice
All the signs have been distinct
Can't avoid it
A sentimental crime
The zeitgeist
Spirit of the times
Performance by a mime
The zeitgeist
Talk of the town
Beneath the pink sky
A cacophony of wails
Reaching crescendo
Lead by sherpas on the trail
Subject to invocation
All indications lead to discontent
Along the way meander
Until it's opportune to circumvent
Incongruent tendencies become adverse
When the means have been denied
Episodic passage in a manuscript
There's no proof it's been applied
Can't escape it
A sentimental crime
The zeitgeist
Spirit of the times
Performance by a mime
The zeitgeist
Talk of the town
Writer: Rick Burns
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