Stand before those Giant feet in sand the ones forgotten in a foreign land look upon the shattered visage lying there 'I am Ozymandius King of Kings Look Upon My Works, ye Mighty and Despair' remember well when hubris comes to call we are nothing but a pile of wind blown dust that's all
The lighted candle burns for just we two making nonsense of reason it brings such happy madness a joyous moonstruck affliction from which we hope to never be recovered love makes fools of us all and we would ever have it so for a world without it is true insanity
Sweetest fog consume my light curl with me through the coming night lay with me, stay with me, stroke my hair sing ye of calm, a peaceful air land on me, descend oh sleep in smoky promise of dreams to keep
Stand you on the cliff of uncertainty all that is behind is done, what is there to come but air let courage give you wings, to lift you up from dark despair for nought is worse than standing still and wondering on that bare accursed hill
Do you ever wonder how the world became so ******* who took this little blue ball and shook it so the pieces rattled did we lose the picture on the box so we don’t know how it looks we could all try being kinder, which is how it’s meant to be but the last time someone said that we nailed them to a tree we currently face extinction and a halt to evolution perhaps that is the answer and a possible solution maybe the human race as such is into extra time I don’t have all the answers why don’t you complete the rhyme