Pretentious

amidst the woods,along the weeds;certain signs seem to be happy,

they hymned a reason to move past the time;sing another rhyme and touch up the skies,

bottled up were they in isolation;diving down in obscurity,

a gentle kiss and promise of the sun, made them roll up sleeves for the misdeeds,

the signs are loud but unclear;miserable are they but pretentious,

amidst the woods,along the weeds;certain signs are disconnected and seem to be happy..