This Sanity breathes,broken and withered.
This wave,this scene,is cracked and slithered.
My Mind speaks jitters, the pain,the quitters
the graves,the bitter of life crashing by.
A sleep,a slumber, a dream,a wonder
and careless endeavors fill the air.
To quake,to shaken, to fly forsaken.
I often ask the point.Why did this happen?
The looks start clapping.
The embarrassed outcasts hide their tears.
The jokes,the clamor.The jolts,the hammer.
And yet this wave still passes by.
The heart is broken,the Sad One's token.
Oh how I gave to Rest!
Hope is fleeting,the mind is fleeing
and the Moon gives up his crest.