impared visions comming to me
depressing thoughts its just
its the same thing that i refuse to see
its the pain that left me once before
set me fourth to this love lust
contentedness is nevermore
wondering why im put here
around and around again this wheel
simple thoughts engaged brings the tears
help is nothing more than a dream
although it otensibly starts to appeal
the metaphysicians form a team
asking me about the illusions
its getting late ; eyes at the moon
questions together like a fusion
together always assuming
after my tune
until life stops blooming