Scratch and bound in its destiny to be
A symbol from thee to promise an eternity
The love, life, and reign of the one
Misguided by the sane wisdom of none
A promise or a dream is yet to be gleaned
From the porch of an empty swing leaped
The song of a lifetime bound by the one ring
Yet the beauty of life is that the rejuvenating time is king
Broken the promise will be for an expected eternity
Over a symbol of one married to none but insanity
To believe the reign of a ring is one
Yet one it remains even when the ring is broken and done
Not ounce but many folds for its tarnished edges
Witness the timeless scratches over the ledges
The ring can change or not
No difference it makes, for the reign is not bound by a knot
Rounded in a metallic sphere of an expectation to secure
What should be boundless free and beyond any brew
Of concoctions of destiny, structure or form
For the formless in a symbol dies with no norm
Reign free oh ring on the ring
Broken the promise will be echoing
Over a symbol of one married to none but insanity
In forever more it remains nothing but a piece of jewelry
The reign of what could be
Cannot be withstood from the sphere of thee
Relinquish your power and in the multitudes
Embrace the one not for its promise nor it’s platitudes
The reign, the ring can’t match the boundless
In all it’s attempt for feable greatness
It bares nothing and all with no preparedness
Once the ring, the reign disappears in the endlessness
I leave you with a comedy skit about something that should be so obvious about change and learning delivered in such an interesting reframe. Enjoy!
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