The cities are sour, Filled with people that cower Yet silently, in bliss; the trees flower.
Humans are vessels, For an energy brighter than the stars, And who would seek to fly ever more On wings of gold and souls of old. But if you desire to prove me wrong Ask yourself, would you rather; Fly with me, Or sing your quarantine song?
As above So Below, Like life, And death, Yet now Only within; Behind walls Behind doors, Yet within Only you, A truth To seek, Alone, yet Not.
Life is a nectar, That is sweeter than death And when existence pains us, It mocks the things we once had.
A maladie brought us together, Apparently, For a joke now keeps up apart; And it seems that only the universe laughs.