The moment, as if I can see myself

all those I have seen, surrounding me

that Moment, I find no happiness

seperates comes with free will

those of who flys

envys the bounds

but not me, something not capable of me

I will none of it. could it be?

Porfine me what a life's worth

the delicate wings are decaying

crippling waves devours last sanity

to an endless enigma