There was this distant dreamland,
The one you so cosily occupied...

Seraph wants an Angel's wings
to fly above the world...

We all have something to loose,
and what is left from that we choose...

Leave the rigmarole
Never ending spiral paths...

Invisible flow
continuous currents...

You left
and the things remained same...

*I haven't written in quite some time, so this is...
The ache in my tooth...