To behold you again,
You, with your sweet laughter.
To speak with you again,
To hear your voice again,
To see your smile again,
To meet your eyes again.
All I ever receive:
Desolation again.

On evergreen boughs
Rest the scintillating lights.
In memoriam
Of someone I never met.
A life remains unfinished.

Between illusion of equality and the unjust reality lies a menagerie of misinformation
Compounded by media which controls the majority of the population
Wealth and many classes divide us into multiple sides
Partial recognition what society provides
One thinks perhaps this is a VHS rewinding faster and faster
Three-ring circus orchestrated by the government playing ringmaster

I’ve been the storm, I’ve been the tree,
Breaking down and breaking free.
The deeper pain, the higher climb—
My soul’s grown wiser over time.

I don’t just bloom—I rise, I bend,
A story still I’ve yet to end.