-I see your mirrors casket form, as my near and tragic world, subdues wings forgotten furled, in attempt to find a norm, amongst our mad and deranged storms, that gather untraced thorns, from roses left to mourn...where dirt was never turned, and passions never heard, through our shadow driven word...this may all sound absurd, but it's vision was seen-though blurred, in a time I had not learnt, there are laws we must observe, and a reason for each verse, in this life bloomed forth from birth, just 'cause our souls still yearn, to quench that guessing urge, with the truth-our quests assured, waits looming on this earth, past horizons yet to search...ever left to wonder, if we'll escape this lie and curse...
