I can feel the too lively weeds
Growing from the veins of adventure
Of which keep my soul alive.

For I have been still
Far longer than I ever should
And I can feel my heart withering.

I can feel all the vibrant colors
The universe itself has painted me
Draining from my ever growing cracks.

For with every drop of vibrant life
Falling from my weakening body I can feel
The light inside my soul dying a little more.

-ARI