Communicative Decline

You ask for my aid, and I give my word
Help it will come, but for you it’s blurred
Relaying your need, the channels are true
But from your position, all it is askew
I broke my promise, by no fault of mine
But you pay the price, communicative decline

Frozen by Choice

Show me the selection, what you got today
Help me pick my poison, and not to lose my way
Looking for that one, the choice above them all
And knowing in the end, I made the right call
What if I choose wrong, and pick the lesser one?
I might as well save the grief, and make the answer none

The AlFiebet – B

B is for beauty, you light up the room
Even at those times, when you show your gloom
B is for beauty, which you save for me
Not wanting to share it all, shy that you can be
B is for beauty, you got inside and out
Showing me the thing that I, cannot be without

A Dream so Obscene

When I was young, at the age of fifteen
My future was ahead, along with a dream
Working with order, with people nice and mien
Books filled with knowledge, library as my scene
Now a decade past, the world is ever mean
And has yet to fulfill, a dream so obscene