Without a title begin again
Running after nothing ten
After seven it's not a clock
Such was hard place next to rock
Failing to flush a direction
Straight upon a random section
Roadways laugh at casual walkers
Scheming goes to better talkers
Making way to going forth
Monthly check-ins on the fourth
Had a plan unraveled here
Looking glass was mirror clear
Telescope a frightening sky
Telling truths that lie and lie
What was the purpose 'isting spun
Prefix fires a nasty gun
Won't you let a life be lived
Gold won't come through panning sieved
Without a start refuse to end
Epilogue's begin again
Roman Ryan 