Riverfront path, lined with trees The Temple, fresh flowers and incense Peculiar the fragrance Sound of Incantations and ringing bells From a different time Distant, yet so closely familiar The memory of this place
Surviving in a prison cell I learn to stand behind myself Witnessing this hell I dream
We sleep in comfort As we slumber away our existence Being a true master takes persistence Hell I can fall back to sleep in an instant
Aesthetic displays I get lost in the days This dream is but a life The con from beyond Keeps me going strong No matter wrong or right ..............................