in the fallen minutes of any misfired day we didn't focus when we couldn't find our way as the sunshine and shade existed side by side right outside the bright windows of success but we were blinded by the test and the odds were pretty even and even in our favor for a reputation to consider whether follower or leader in the broken dream theater and the ever-present streets were filled with bakery fresh air and it was everywhere but those are only memories now as time travel has failed and the future shines like a third rail
Even though I prefer more positive messages, this piece's meter is more flowing and clear in thought! I like this!
thanks John, your comments always make so much sense