Co-fusion

The echoes came, the wind was moving,
The stage was perfectly introducing;
The story was set, told simply at first.

The attention and attraction of letters,
always telling us more but never versed...
lets go a little bit backwards together,

What is important to your story my friend;
forget the introduction, forget weather,
living life for goals running on without end...

Existence is everything
we imagine from politics to freedom.
from drinking to breast-feedings!

The rest as they say pieces,
Will soon fall and become memories.

Will your story be on of purpose,
Will it be one of certain.

the wind started swimming inside air
the best my senses could determine.
Breathing and filling my lungs midair

breathlessly spinning backwards in echoes of time...
the story of tales told without purpose,
Collecting data that electric sublime;

when low and behold lemons did resurface,
silly words that break every fourth wall...
Making lemonade and feeling catharsis,

How wonderful are those coloured glasses.
Rewriting words written by another artist,
Recalling the tile and n, what are the chances.  

.- ... / -... . .-.. --- .-- --..-- / ... --- / .- -... --- ...- . .-.-.-        
          
Embedded onto electrical surges by you,
Confused? While remembering a memory?
I must rewrite this later. Needs expending.