Suitable Alibi
Footsteps dressed in lace,
Not due to the angels delight,
Patience acts insane.
Maybe to ease the tendency,
Of irregular patterns,
Racing against the mind,
Only to find,
Another feature,
Left unsaid.
Smooth yet crooked angles,
Increase the flight of time.
Frolicking in all the wrong situations,
But whos to say that matters?
Greasy muddles fill the atmosphere,
Of intrusion lasting too long.
Let us continue on our search,
To find, a suitable alibi.