Things that are not you,
Enraged, scuffle with my soul.
For my every share of good
Does not create the evil foretold.
You ride my mind with eyes glint
And beauty, on my sight, overflows.
Take you with me, wherever you go.
For those things that are not me,
Will not always, here, belong.

A sea of thought floods my future.
My intentions lie in wait
To scare me with the problems I have faced.
I search the kismet binary, in nature
And I find my Dear Rose with error.
Tell me where your thornless heart is placed.