now

[cacian]

as you can see
it's never gris
the things
you think
you have to be

as you can feel
it's always near
the life you
wish
you could endear

as you may think
it's perfect sense
the words
you paint
and hope to own

as you stay
faith
truthful and strong
it's never late
the moment days
you want to brace

as you speak clear
doubtless and sheer
it's almost
here
the life
the time
you praise
to fly