Another in retrospect
A lazy entrance ensembles, Standing stout, enigmatic and full of freckles A complete paradox, a living spectacle But it's every moment accounted, a day at a time, maybe in this while he'll get a maritime A new shrine to get well in time So the scene erupts, anarchy in disguise, Spending all his guts studying real guise, The beauty of words and drawing in tides, If only modesty paid in swipes Maybe he'd be far but he's stuck in a pile A pile of fabric and real life issues, agile He walks into the flames brave A jack of all trades If only karma could heed He was more than he could need Only destiny wrongly placed him in this fete All in time