molding a thought to a weathering

It's been a while
it's been too long
it's created something i never thought i would find inside
the sun's a bit brighter
making us all feel warmer
from pressure to depression
you wont find it anywhere else
but in the summer sun getting a tan
wet a bothered tired and fresh
wicked of a turning point to seek the weather's son
as day breaks winter haunting fades
wanders of the midnight sky turn to the windows to bath in the light
with pupils of slits
you can guess it's from one
but left out from the other
wishing the winner's can give more than just face
modesty to motion
treason to convulsion
a freedom of poker was never an idea for conservation
conversation of conservation only led to a talk of conviction
we dabble with the dark arts yet find pleasure in magic
it tickles our imagination to familiarise us with creative notion
danger of making things up but the fear of the truth
which will you choose
a road of distinct absolution that makes no sense
to a path flooded with rocks and pebbles to sore the foot
grammatics to dramatics
you get a creative mind to fix
but an intelligent mind to think of a break