Seek toward the bitterness. The end.

sometimes it's for me to say it's time

and when I say time

don't say again this time

I'll be wondering

wandering aimlessly

and toward the then

after which it was meant to be

and all was set as free

we war and fight none

that we shall all too soon see

that it was never again

what was 

and has been

and thus said to be

And will I wonder

upon mountains

of old

as it ages

and days go by

as it all goes old

then back to the start

will we stand fighting

with these warring hearts

wuthering to heights

unseen

and when not heard,

it shall be said again

I flow it freely

say it's me

say again

what I want to hear

so I can begin to seek 

the bitterness of the sweet

serenity calling me in the end

at the end

for when it's ended 

that end is one that's to 

begin again

And when it's said

there we will sing

and when we seen

convergence upon it

is what we mean

it to be 

and to see it sweetly singing

of me

and what was meant to be

there are your hearts

hearted

crying 

loftily

planning to be the departed

beloved

gathered

withered

here today

seek not solemn silence

and the solitudes such winds

may bare

Barren as a chosen lamb

burnt on the fire

it's said again

meant to be free

until the bitter end

bitterness

the tongue's taste

scantily said

clad until quickening

quickness at the very end

Say it again

say it's to all begin and when you said

then no man shall falter

wonder where though they would not

bother

try to seek and to question

and to sometimes cry

why

why when it's not 

and what not 

when it's clearly said to be

what was meant

what's to be seen

what's heard

always 

and has been before

though never again

and to be said again

only the stains would cry

rat

for it's a rat's house falling with such splendor

cry not for me

I wondered when

And I wandered to parts unknown

and at the end I began it 

since

I've said again

what's been said

How many

And how many again

What will it be 

when it all bothers to settle in the winds

They sing so sweetly

A song I've never wanted to hear

so majestic 

it's roaring chorus

a thousand waves crashing

surfs up

and all aboarding

wondering 

ware fearer's seeking pittance

calling to the wonder of what was meant to be 

stated

Cry it out

it's not what I want to be

I wondered and I have stillness 

to still within it and within

which to believe

No fear will elude it

It will question it's day

for in the end

even through rambling

they will know it's way.