Written Sung Spoke

Another year you have written sung spoke,
one of hi… huh, why? or two
Draw, nod, dawn.
Time is a sea of lines, in which one oft goes.
Many goals met , you, who cares.
Answers yet questions have another year (or two).
Dawn, nod, draw,
to
live!
Cries arise from eyes shut till now
, raving gods of discontent ,
waging war on sense long bled.
So how do we fight ignorance with open eyes
When, to win we must not be led
and loss shed.
to
Live.
On needs ex
And on deeds we base our aspired rations.
Meeting art but wedding thought instead
We defy evolving prerequisites
by choosing anything, save, rave
of bastions of love instead.
or not