Peeping into the keyhole of time
Papa past performing a one act mime.
Straining my eyes to take a closer look
I see the author destroying the book

Perpetual countenance is a wry smile
Counted amongst the rank and file
Where is the key to the heart shaped box?
Wishing and hoping for equinox

Permanence is degeneration glorified
Sniff of stability drives me paranoid
Silver tongue camouflaging double standards
Finding refuge in a castle of words

Shallow,Hollow,Meaningless
Denouncing clarity ,seeking mess
Turbulence not Tranquility
Final verdict:GUILTY