How can you find his equal
when there is none other that sails nigh

How can you not notice him when
an aura sublime graces brilliance from vacuous hues

How can you silence his distinct melodies
of salient notes that hacks open your weeping souls

How can you ink enough charcoal clouds
erase the bluest summer skies and hide the golden sun

How can you find real peace in scattered minds
when in your turmoil's the opus of truth walks radiant

How can you not squirm and gabble oddities
when in your hearts of hearts you know you lack aplenty

How can you reference the calm within and without
when you are pains and sorrows living as husks incarnate

How can you all say good about good
for bad mired as such lives in shameless oppositions to good
in easy indulgent residences of darkness your tolls are furloughed;