Here is a random verse
stuck in time for contemplation
exerting a percent of concentration
like a juice box, no imitation.
words has thousands of flavor
taste that are meant to be savior
like an equation to a puzzle
keep up with the hustle
some are hidden subliminally
if not, metaphorically
let flames burn intensely,
then slowly lighten up softly
let it faded out like a feather left behind.
describing sense that is one of kind
yet some are blind
so its best to describe it in your mind
you will never know what you will find.