It's a choice you took in the labyrinths of your inner world
I care not for such is the reason of fate
It ceases to exist in times of mate
But, the showers are still raining over me,
Of all the permutations of the welcoming sea
Its a disparity, which sees opportunity in love
And seldom will it pardon the efforts of the dove
Not to think from the heart is the choice i make
Its easy to say and so hard to bake
Cause, worlds are shattered but in a moment
And yet each moment creates another world
Nevertheless I seize to obtain
A master who cares for the insane
The trumpet blows of carefree solos
The fishes slumber in rivers of hollow
There is a light far ahead,
It triumphs in its effort to behead
Just when I thought it was the end
'Twas miles of memories at the bend...
