Dismal gray once in green
This land is bright, dead, unseen...

A lonely leaf was caught by wind,
In autumn's grey September...

Those creeping willows of that silent night,
The roots, alas, they shone so bright...

I mourn the tangent universe that never happened
A reality that is filled with love and lust...

Life is fun, naught fun within
Fun in that we live for sin...

I have wandered too long with my chin held high...
Many leagues I have traveled, traveled away from...