per annum mania

Time keeps moving in a direction we all share. Pears are well rounded from a view none other.
Pace places an effort like an inching piece of hair. Stares indicate an engulfing rage of flair.
Directional walkways suffer freedom to move about. Eden's garden is open to roam alone.
Right way is always wrong, no doubt. A wide view embellishes the pitch in shout.
Passages are created for us to follow. In turn, we choose the next path to make way.
Embark on a journey until the next tomorrow. For I have indeed experienced enough sorrow.