Falling in the depths of projected storylines; it all seemed too beautiful to comprehend.

My tongue was enslaved by butterflies and my lips were sealed by sap.

I didn't give it any thought while wondering on the rocky sphere chasing after the moon and the Sun as they took turns winning 24 hour races.

I've chanted the words that gave me a chance to look behind the illusions that blinded everybody else.

Our lives have became novels, our lives have been in shame far too long; we go so far in history just to be remembered for the beautiful things that were carried out in life.

I only ask that I'll be remembered for my soul wanting to love everybody.

My path is loaded with encounters... There's nothing that I can do.

By: Leory Sanatana Dawn