The days course the cause, and all the while the river’s bend is what caters pause. Every notion of instilling measure should be updated with the self-evaluative, successful endeavor of determining to self-station and enhance the calling.

The message in the bottle is skyward and toddle, skipping the pace on wayward direction, the society's lace is upward inflection. When the die is cast, the worry is shadowed, and the light instilled is the measure we mast

A captive audience of stone-cold silence, the weighted cast of emboldened pilots, the rushing weave of artistic dry, the nature's graceful ledge of cry

Sorrow fills the day-ward wind
E'en when the space fills time
Downward, upward, flight-bird crime
Is ignorance held on eastward, westward time
Compass carry weight of mine
Towards brighter tarry, flight-bird pine

The sun blazes its trail of orbital bend on course of our solar system's cause for continuance, while the axial motion of every planet seems to center around our own existence, pacing with us each step, each moment, allowing the breath for each bestowment of life, limb, and liberty atonement.