Will routine individuals boost the hesitant flight?
Do hear afflicted high murmur?
Or do they dance on invisible roads in search of pristine atmospheres?
It they shall confess among them to get higher?
Or will weigh non-sin in the pretentiously acquitted heart?
Do Agujearan the Supreme laws as corn if it were?
Do they Puerto in abandoned heaven?
Do they dare with their routine chants to disturb the peace of those who are not?
Be they creates silence banishing harmony?
Or they will be commonly being shafted by masters who exist only in their minds?
Do some eventually pecking are other echoes of the reason?
Eventually will empty nests, those in which there was only guilt?
Maybe, become whispers that will descend to own new routine individuals.