Pace up

I see you, yes you
The real, the ideal
You’re a great deal
And like in a meal
Many seals you’ve made
Will you wield that as your will?
Yielding to the drill?
Or rather twist the leaf,
See the dew, the representation of new?
Known dawn down the mawn lawn.

Yes it’s an error
But even eras come to an end
What matters is your next errand
And a warrant, just to avoid a rant.
An ant?
Yeah, the part where you make a pact,
Stay apart, do you part until you deserve;
A pat.
Alert not a luck.
@Daabris.