It's just a little.
Not a lot, not too much not
Overwhelmingly.
To the point I jest,
Instead of just sinking in
To the realm of woe.
Where we try but do,
Though we do not know, our role.
Candid in the mist.
Candy in the mist!
What our search comes to, us too,
Still we search for bliss.
Is this purpose, is
All time wasted on the lips
Of Advil's short peace.
Abort our strife or
Thwart our ego, wearing shorts
Even in winter.
Whisk away the day,
The light and grace, au revoire!
My sense of French it's
Dense immense. Past tense.
But read between the lines and
I'm sure you'll figure!
Figure out? Figure
In? A feature film? Long as
You have your figure.
