Time of Death 12:46 A.M.

The skipping of stones and amusing reflections

Can only bother an itch of a gremlin

However, I needn't. defy what goes on,

These are the woes of a traveler's song.

Rainbows and kittens contain light thats wanted

Gumdrops and tulips dismiss the more haunted

Feelings of betrayal within one's soul,

These are the woes of a traveler's song.

Tombstones regret the night groans with an instinct

Sighing and drooping and moments releasing

Howling the thunder to which my heart feels,

These are the woes I bow grateful to heal.

Sinking in pity strains logic and reason

No need to hush and cry in the dry season

I must remain strong while walking life dreams

These are the woes of a traveler, it seems.

When you realize

When lacking cause pain

When you're feeling sad

Please clear the mind, the mind, of everything and things will not fall…

A aaapart.