Conceptions of the mind breed within fading light
Candlelight never seen the sunshine always night
Always nightmares doubtful I hold tight,
I tend to myself strolling through life
Always toiling and brushing with demonic entities,
While the moonlight shown true and bright,
Impacted within this strange life deep without sunshine
Yet looking inwards; an old soul burning with prosperous colors
Always colliding like atoms into an enigma of life
Forever alive strolling through the fading light
As a fire perpetuates undying embers warm the heart
Upon the fleeting sunshine or moonshine I proceed.
