The stage is set
the inner agony sets in...

Pretty rose
Rebel of time...

The device that lifted me
Has signed its farewell...

A soft simplicity
joins with it...

The pen in my hand seemed unfamiliar
how long have I slept...

What is it
that makes man strive...

The way you act
Can be likened to a child...

Soft imprints in the sand
soothing sea mist...

A cold bitter air sets in
And eats away the heart...

Across the sea
I returned...

Thorns grow tall on white roses
as a snake slithers by...

A dormant feeling
can awaken...