I've grounded every entity to the dread point of absurdity.
The coin is little weight to the paper possessed.
The harvest matters none if it is not copious.
Raises mean little without the profit
Its rosemary scent that shades the aura fails in the defensive of life.
Strong and weak are indistinguishable,
that is reason enough for the velocity of my head.
O' serendipity, I weigh you.
When i've thought none, but wore the countenance of a thinker I rejected the benefit for the cost alone with my reaction.
Im repulsed on the expedition I've launched, in the sea I know.
Aimlessly working for worthfulness
I continue, because I must.
I continue with the vision of having not.
I continue, because im a novice to even my own skill and will to fairness.
Because I shun what i've come to find and agitate at the convulsions of this world.
Awaiting me is one certainty, I plummet behind.
