Path Of Naught Name Deposits

Twist and turns, churn around, abound time.

One may alight left, then shift slight right.

Puzzle maze might of naught, does riddle minds.

Wherein, we are taught, to try different paths.

But far alas, what works out, one day fine,

Tied onto the next, will fail to muster rhyme.

Amid cluster colloidal cerebral rein drop particles,

Chords attuned, attempt to weave - unique forks.

What is our left - right combination, found deep within?

Will it fail, the next second, to be gone - minute forever,

More careful laid precise plans, require specific sound sounds,

To tumble infinite cast cascades, inside impossible possibilities.

Leaf words, dew follow another, down a line of paged thoughts,

Forking this way, only to be erased, amid train channeled trails.

Does life require, one stay inside the tracks, set line gauged,

Or can we wander afar, only to be clutter, fain derailed?

Dye faint whisper adrift dew silk silence, being captured gel encased,

Case in fact, some things never seam to change sown tight positions.

But time lapsed, the porcelain porcupine turtle shatters Dumpty,

Under the feather quill, shall we all, weather winter wilted. cool chilled.

But remember tracks that show a way back, will fade away - sand blizzards.

Thy grains of desert, bear hourglass cotton mouth reign, in chokehold gasps.

Dye fingers amidst tap dances existence are barren Library shelve sense tenses.

WILLS decompose, faint of heart beats, stenciled in grave stone - name deposits.