It’s hard to set a precedent.

Falling to become pretentious,

Running to make pretense.

All just make distortions, malicious intent.

My predecessors, they are all excellent.

I’m thinking what’s their precursor, I’m just wanting a pretext.

They’re precocious, I can attest.

To preclude their works, it’s just hard to get.

A tantalizing experience, yesterdays’ not at peace.

Pyrrhic victory can ease.

Although I’m a laconic, no one mostly sees.

Draconian at most, sometimes jeremiad.

But never a cicerone, I hate sightseers.

One day let’s see.

Sprinting, not walking is the key.

Hiding through walls, ignoring opportunities.

They will never complement, adjustment should speak.