[Rolling Pichu]

This one's about social routines and spontaneity, as well as revolution. It's divided into three pieces.

A Different Tune, (I)

Sometimes life turns out to be rather boring,
Sometimes you're flyin', sometimes you're snoring;
And nothing appears to be looking amusing,
And nothing could fix all the minutes you're losing...

Do you look for freedom, or narrow your eye?
Across your own ground, or long and then die?
Or try to take over, obtain your own hay?
You'll never find wisdom on other sheeps' way.

If no one can see you, and you can't be heard,
When storms call up to you, do storm at your word;
Saving your time not to follow that scheme,
Turning around just to fade in a dream.

And whose shallow lyrics you want to believe?
Will years let you dither on yesterday's sleeve?
On willowing wind, the sand is sincere;
we learn from that breeze to be cursive and clear.

Bleating and balancing minutes and spaces
and led by the vision of hallowing places,
The meek shall inherit the reason, and dance;
As I again question your permanent stance.

You follow the shepherd, instead of the moon?
It's never too late for a different tune.

[Phonoho]

This doesn't have the weightless feel of your initial submissions here. It could be your use of heavy end rhymes.

Bleating and balancing minutes and spaces
and led by the vision of hallowing places,
The meek shall inherit the reason, and dance;
As I again question your permanent stance.

I like the rhythmic quality of this stanza. I enjoy how patterns of stressed and unstressed syllables can be altered just by playing musical chairs with your word positioning

As again I question your permanent stance.

or

As I question again your permanent. stance