Averse in thoughts of labored mind,
I slide through trees then leave them behind,
Into a silent void of unstable trails,
From behind my eyes into imagery waves,

As I see but not understand,
As I fear that I’d be ******,

Then in unwilling ideas I was brought,
In sense bemused and in fazed bleak thoughts,
So I run to one made retreat,
Mind feel death in malady  feat,

As I see but not understand,
And as I fear that I’d be ******