Morning gushing ike a moonlight
Soothing of a disastrous midnight
Wandering the purpose of wonder
If I am now in a so-called tower
Living the life of a mattered soldier
Guarding at to what they say is danger Reliving the moments, I once just saw as a boring gesture
And now realizing that safety nowadays was my normal wormhole
Life is indeed a huge irony and turmoil
