Sometimes I have passed the time,
And sometimes I have thought,
If they truly break away again,
Nothing have I wrought.
But life is a passing iudgement,
A nonchalant turn of the eye,
And when souls are breaking in withered shards,
the king will simply sigh.
And life goes on with a song of silence,
And thought a stream of desire,
for even when Earth is but a humble celibate,
sole is my quagmire.