Plants with an ethereal gleam.
Clouds roam wherever they please.
Eyelids sliding closed with delight.
Universe doing whatever it should.
Such a marvelously enchanted place.
Youth arises and overshadows death.
It is not this land or the majestic earth,
Its the mind’s longing for reality:
A piece of the soul called vitality.
Quiet amidst calamity,
Somehow I still hear noise,
Serenity amongst the dead,
My body is losing it’s poise.
Freedom within chains,
You’re gone with a cost,
Love without sight,
Because now I’m truly lost.