I asked God his majesty wether I was worthy of the breath
That comes and goes warranting no continuation
He asked what I would gain over a sudden death?
What dreams I yet had unfulfilled, What sleeps I had yet to sleep
To let the weary night beam in relief, and the day twirl
in the excitement of awaiting fortune, and to take a leap
toward the untamed sun, for a heap of mercy.
He knew all I had deprived my sight of, to flee like birds before a bear.
For life in all its solace is no forebearing, but erupts in discourtesy.
So I embraced an eye and kept weeping
for the breath in my lungs was worth keeping.

None, So Boldy Beautiful As The Flowering of Ideas
Several Miles From The Coast Of Home I Wildly Roam
Showering the Epitome of Lonliness In Picturesque Photography
Can The Endless Rivers End?
Oh, Let Them End For Me.

Forebearing The Path I Walk Is Littered With Consequences
Should I Take a Little Longer To Stare Out At The Sea?
Someone Save The Rope To Pull  A Heavy Weight Behind
I Catch A Glimmer In The Distance
Abstract Personnification Of What Life Means To Me