Italy

As I ponder daily... Distrust and human frailty, are the design of the hour and my being is on tour.

Before and after, the clamorous sounds and soothsaying chatter, I find a quiet that I've channeled and sought after

A repugnant smell from a city beyond the dells, where savage beasts roam free, only to be tamed by the bells.

Their vicious clanging, constantly banging and banging, this brings them to their knees and keeps the natives safe for the hour.

The difference in the waves of brute force and man power, when trust leads to distrust and pleasant faces turn sour.

We're all beyond the door... Called and waiting for..
The more that we ask for
The more that we yearn for