Happy but eerie
Will I touch the clouds
Because in life, love was shallow
They pray on my downfall
Sometimes I am peeved at their ignorance
The minstrel sings my ode
Demise
I am conceived as a rare breed
But the world peddle through simplicity
They detest my complexity
Demise
It a contention with the everlasting waters of life
Maybe demise can utter perfection in the next life
Or am I reading into foolishness
We'll see
Tempus fugit
