"This is the day which the Lord hath made we...
Through fingers sifting grains of sand...
Be careful what you wish for
words spoken out of anger...
No one knows
None can see...
Race across a ribbon
of candy caned roads...
Emptiness, psyche annihilated.
Screams fester, no escape...
Of distant dreams that call in the silence of...
Their resonance in tropic humidity...
Still, I dream
Seeping through the white texture...
Lost connection,
Grey flesh, concrete...
Click clack went the horse down the cragged...
Click clack went the horse, unhinged enslavement...
Embraced by the spirit of you,
its majestic wings spread wide...
As geniuses design;
```my destiny's canvas...
Aimlessly,
I sail the milky way...