In Four The Long Haul

I see those, peace is A puzzle With its, those pieces Beings being torn away From their Fathers' mothers, peremptive lay Down in too, into The depths Formed from a deep end, Waterloo Years, for twenty three It took For an end to sea The invisible wind and more Riding terrible goodbyes Into the jagged shore Where in the middle Lied a truth In the midst of a riddle And the truth lied In plain sight Right in the outside Underneath inquizitive whys Colored like gray Potential puddles in the skies Giving wings to multiple meanings Random shadow Puppets enlighten the screenings Selfishly stealing the light For themselves To share with the stars at night