How does it fare?
This illusory occurrence of caring
When every morn, dusk hovers so daring
And ever dawn begs an unruly awareness
Of the cruelty this day is about to convey
How do you do?
In this illusive day of soothing
Is everything so comforting for you?
And are you consoled in such disguise of blue?
Until such azure seals uncloak their corruption.
