Sickness in colours that are all the same
And only smiles because they are no different
From a plain which is covered in wilderness
And lasts on into an infinite abyss

A kingdom of our own
Where we paint our lives accordingly
And when we pass before another
We begin again
Over and over

No rest and strangers
Mutants covered in flowers blossoming
Come to show us their inner soul

Forever in ourselves
Floating between the trees
Between the birds

I like that place
Place where there is no dark declining places

I will go there at the end
And leave rocks at the feet of the ancient being
Reflect
Before the fall

River with no ends
River that descends
We play like the crazed
But see right through them
Them in their castles of despair
Decades from their kin
As if misplaced for sin….

David R. White