Smile. Walking to the next stage, to the alas.
The lone stranger yet to be deciphered.
What shall be these freed chain. Today. Where it’s only ever been me.
Now. Held, there is only one sword. Me … and God.
Today, the sun never arrived. Because today, there is only me.
And the chain of the world around my neck.
Now, only playing to the sound of music.
The sun was yet to be arrived. Left overs, abyssal stick to my shirt.
I shall remain, since my beginning. Walking to my tomb.
But today, is today. Vowed to celestial.
The misconception and fallacy mirror projected upon the world.
The ultimate peace, rotting.
Because today, is today, and not tomorrow.
Peace. Peace. Peace.