Quietly I digress my emotions to an everlasting change with the tides of the oceans, The seasons change the color of his motions, and simplify the notions that have taken a hold, of the conception of your life being sharp and bold, break the mold that enveloped individuality, always suffering casualties mopping up the informality you walk with, the hallways of life, are closing in on me like the pupils of your eyes, always holding on to the shape of my souless body unholy, losing loves bloodstream main stream indirection releasing closure for infection, the imminence of the death comes in close to give an impending dose of lust, the future has a wrath with no comparison, it's the hopeless medicine, it's the everlasting eternity with which we dine openly in our dreams. with which we have a confusing yet reasonable relationship to predict the overcast sky, before we are all grown old and have eventually died.