A spinning world abound
with echoes and sound
drowning mold
calming wounds
making it worth a while
Venues forking
places confused
and stage to be had
alas life is too short
Far away behind
the meaning of inception
dragging intentions
filling the gap
Ashen and brazen
once it was
and now it is
so crisp and gawdly
like the cry of the
saddest swan
the saddest swan
