My arms have left my side, driving the force that burdens the image last engraved upon my anima

In unison the parade gathers just outside my window
When the drums beat I weep

Over and again my heart races to catch up with the pounding of my mind

As I wait for this seemingly endless oblivion to end, thorns accumulate just close enough to stain my equilibrium with blood

Oh, the beating of the drum has ceased, only to begin once again

Louder, more strident this time with less conformity, duller only in vision

So much has come to pass, however the spirit of the wind brings that which haunts us back to embrace us

All in one, we seem to surpass the moments of which we’ve cherished forever

Black becomes our visions, transparent becomes our past

We live for the journey of which may never come to exist

It is within our serenity, that we possess the facets of love, life and sorrow

Cerebral sentiments contain bitter memories of who we once pretended to be

Between the blank stares and statements we follow that which leads us to caress the smell of confusion

Oblivious to this, we remain frequent, consistent and alone

We yearn to become and transgress to where we once belonged