From time to time there is a crossroads or the road can be longer before a fork one foot may go and then the other but one's gait might vary, hurry types. Boredom's cage is a mist without bars deeper breath and the wisps are stars can't spell sleep without a jump decanting leap; myth doubt bump. Control is not what time responds gently rather, breezy fronds as the day comes on and eyes dart dash massive fray might go or looser lash.