Let it be that we should see

and be it wit in your write

or just a thrill

some fright that runs after you

or a fear made real

and you

hold a laugh in or you

Hold on for dear life

Your hands.

Your skill.

Your pen*

Like the knife

Cuts to the core.

Strength in the dance

Words can say it if you let them.

Give them the chance;

Each one will mean it too!

Would life be a dream then,

if we dont live to know them,

Not to live but to think it?

Is not each view a stroke of a truth

Laid out in each wave

Time glides through

Ore the things

We act out

As the play scribes say

Life is but a stage;

Or your mom in 7th grade who states

It's just a phase!

No, not this; not these.

Most pure blocks we build up

What we are

What we made us of.

Turn not your cheek

To turn of phrase!

Let your mind

Speak from the soul

To the pen

To our age

Ane all who come next.

Let it be so.

P.S: SYLLABLE-PHOBICS BE DAMED! Each single syllables word was the wrenching pluck pain of my vocabularies short and curlies and now my eyes are watering and ive just gotta lie down a minute verbally so I have to express (colloquially) "That's fucked! This challenge was hard and I'm done.