ornamente
Fervent answers fill the void
Between the air and body
Another seeker finds his truth
Another thought cries for freedom
A last dying breath
Of the first human
To speak a syllable
Reaches the ears of millions
Dead ideals revived
My life's ambition
In a neat capsule
Made to sail across my vision
Like a passing light
Farther from the center
Neater than a line
The world is always spinning
So long as I've got mine
The other half is sober
The other half is fair
My name is left in ashes
Flecks floating in the air