Technique by the wayside

What is there to be said when the tilt of blue skies ranges far off like songs
Tunes that burrow into the distance and yet break the hearts of dozens
Never like a swaying branch in the breeze, if ever one could be read into
Just another faltering measure that chokes on its promises, be they wise or wisdom deprived
Still it is like a measure of a person's inward wants and a take on their acts and are like a breath unto the horizon

A technique is a gift from experience, a blueprints to a simpler path
How unlike itself when it grasps at straws to improve its own shape and form
Delivery is the key when convincing another of a success and how it becomes before visions of others
How this becomes a whisper of its former self and is not to be forgotten
For the secret becomes a stronger tactic in your personal repertoire

In the end it may be another technique by the wayside.