The strings of perfection,
Pierced into the flesh.
Unable to move,
Unable to stretch.
The Goal seems so far apart.
Death plays the easier part.

Someday it began
Someday will it end
But in the midst of beginning and the end
Under the purple skies
Where we cherish and blend,
Our hearts will meet, collide  and shatter,
Wondering if in the end,
Will it all really Matter