Cope
what is this cloud I'm under...

In a sun drenched park...
puddles dried up...

Deep sea
off an isolated island...

Destiny
your a practice pad...

Listen....
hearken to others...

A gentle wind of a reoccurring nightmare...
it grows stronger...

Another chapter of hate,
cataloged with sincere caution...

Ending
a little push can send me reeling...

Deem it a lower call...
to stoop so low as to understand you...

Escape velocity
still notes sweep through the sky...

Hmm....
whatever about that comment... there\'s allot i...

Creator of life,
make me a life for my own...