𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒

The glass clinks together

In a wonderful symphony

As I run my fingers over it

I'm unaware,

blissfully.

Lost in the memories, looking back.

Childhood innocence,

Ecstatic in obliviousness.

Breathing in the incense,

of inattention.

Sinking into the void, I recall

How carefree I was,

So guiltless, so pure

So moral,

So virtuous.

Shackle bound, I await my fate

Wish I could go back,

But it's too late.