I. Skipping, skipping merily
All worries blown out to sea...

The depth of this is frustrating
Hierarchy of insinuating...

I. Blankness
It's the Gray...

The cyclical events of time
To rhythem in steady pulse unwind...

Two strangers passing on their bikes
On a sunny April day...

This world is full of idiocy
With its broken lies and blasphamy...

Clinging to her bones unwound
Feverish kicking, a light abounds...

I don't think that you understand
I don't care enough...

It's like leaves falling from the trees
Skating on the mysteries...

Once upon a shattered life
There lay a girl...

Guilty accusers
Accusing without the retention of what they've...

It's not about me talking
And you listening...