Pondering the lifelong dream,
Of individuality.
Drip on through,and soothe me please,
Let me behold totality.
Lest Summers Fall,
And Autumns Spring,
Winter calls and church bells ring,
Among these crystalized prophecies.
The amount of chemicals that have passed, drained, seeped through these pours,
Were indefinitely, only self absorbed.
And the time it took, to become informed.
Left me scattered, secluded, and ever torn
And while I wait. I'll let thee mourn.
And think of a time before I was born,
And when I wait, I'll see the swarm
A swarm of hate, for I'm Sojourn.