Six billion different souls intertwine -
different ideals and opposed views...

(He sang a song)
O tower...

I stand here arms around the tough bark
Feeling the coarseness cutting my flesh...

He stepped down from the nearest star
which had become very uncomfortable...

This rose demands no favour from my heart
Toils daily, yet finds no fault in me...

Imagine holding a dice in your hand
You grip it tightly, kiss it and know...

There you stand, as you have for so long
an imposing structure, softened by song...

Too easy to yearn for the simpler times
when everything was colourful...

He took off his head,
like an old stench ridden...

Life sits and weeps in silence
...........apart from the ticking...

Hells rain catchers pointing skywards,
red and cutting shapes like broken eggshells...

Time cheats death, again
Only you can't see this gift...