2011 - Day 155

Show the world what you can be,
Make It understand you,
Magic at high velocity,
Unhindered movement, you choose to.
When all is right, our Universe,
The fates they can't deceive us,
Reminded of why and who you are,
The elements use a fine paint brush.
So who waits for us
The end of the road,
Old friends standing there,
A brilliant white wall
Standing 90 feet tall
To remind us of why we care.
Troubled eyes
Do mesmerize
Tell us of your guilt,
Have none you say?
So that's how you play,
Fallen leaves do rot and wilt.