"Where is it, is, where it is."

As lips of men try potential to fly for success lags like laps around a track race wanting to walk, forced to be willing to run against the will of life like a lag in a light,lighted in a lamp forcing a champ with a clamp in the darkness without a harness of opportunity

lost avoided late in the hour building a tower of power, hour after hour, longitude and latitude, with attitude, like lego's needing a label, label the lever before you pull it, pull it too, before it pulls you, who pulling it first and second and third with a thirst of the worst yet not cursed to establish the best, in the first, in a second of time,just in time, to the state of mind meant, to a minute in a man's mind tent, not bent,for a minute, in a minute and if you can wait, I can wait, to feel the weight, wait, wait...