I have been laying here a while now thinking,
About what the years would be like if I hadn't...

Every thought is a thought alone.
Mostly without reason - out of the zone...

Morning wakes up with the silence of snow.
A gentle breeze carries the winter-worn crow...

A first encounter; a new acquaintance
Before summer breeze blows over my home...

That blessed event; not for the Blessed,
Immersed the Child unto battles nameless...

Define the right of man; to feel Entire.
To be content with the presence of soul...

Former days of Summer with times coloured,
Flowers yet to bloom; young but not foolish...

Consumed by he who has weathered arrows;
I fall upon my state from his valor...