Temet Nosre
A flower dies
Does any one cry
A raindrop falls
A wasted body, a wasted trip, a wasted cycle
Where does it lead, where does it begin?
Silence, what is louder?
Darkness, What is brighter?
A shadow, a nothing, moving across a wall
Inspires, captivates and confuses
A torch, a spotlight darkening what is dark enough
Mystifying what is already strange
An orb floating drifting swaying
I mean what else can it do stuck up there