Interpretatation at its best can be an educated
guess if we confine our point of view to only
what we know as true

I’m much afraid the coup de gras is not
conclusions we may draw but how you might
communicate and how to others you relate

And if the words we try to hear translate an awkward
beche de mer subconsciously we bid adieu to what your
conscience knows is true

Such words create a mental scene for those who merely
thrive on dreams and yet beyond your fantasy exists the
cruel reality

That truth cannot be set aside to camouflage a wounded
pride and so as long as you shall live take no more than
you choose to give

In other words, i say to you when it’s too late what’s
left to do but give your weary soul a glance of one
who wouldn’t take a chance