This is the second day of discourse And I'm still feeling worn My heart is torn, crying tears That mirror melting paintings And feet withering away On paths they tread on
My eyes are closing Only to dream of nightmares And these words unspoken Are all but ideas now
That have left their Stations of innovation Further to fade in my mind And further to drift apart From my creation.
This piece was written not necessarily as a 'part 2' to "Another Moment," but could be considered as such. It's a latter poem within the same vein that was conceived the same week "Another Moment" was written.