I've fallen apart
Adrift on the zephyrs of nothing.
Crumbled slate
Undecided fate
Accompanied by a sting of tears
Stand against your fears
Worrying yet for tomorrow,
Completely disregarding the Rustle of now.
A whisper thrust into the past
The insular manifestation
Of goals Unmet
Ambitions And Defeat
Born of one sea
Fighting for life, in the same net.
Oh how I quivered.
I should have listened to the Trees
And the Language of The Wind
For in a world of Sin
And Constant Tradegy
Of all kinds,
The closet thing to Salvation
Is the Wonder of imagination
And obtaining Peace of mind.