Scars I wish upon my knee
rather wounds across my memories
so prays my soul to god Almighty
know not where or how might it be

Days flowing like those waterstreams
except that they're boundless;
kept me staring at the black dull leaves
so like that Rodin's sculpture so pious

gazing as always ov'r those low highs
but with something startling this time;
whirling up the sky so becoming and full.
a Kaleidoscope so divine and beautiful

" Go find the love " told
my nerve so calm and cold
uprising my soul to set forth
over the cactuses that seem gore.

Singing and swinging she flew high
to the light that clouds cant hide
with the colors more than I feel
like a new life so cool and free.

Apart from its fellas
she drifted calmly towards the attic
Whereby I stood with my eyes forecast
warning her of sudden drizzles that grew quick;
memories faded, those very few of my awful past
making this being a soul-less cynic
forever again till last.