The world is its imperfections;

Never faltering.

Fading...

Into fixed memories,

The world owes nothing 

In our wake.

A whole becomes astray 

In the midst of 

Transpired afflictions 

And ignorances bliss.

Accept the holes in our aspirations;

When the sun sets 

And the moon shown bright,

We lie awake

Becoming the labrinyths 

We overseek to climb.