What's the Catch?
The lines of reason and absurdity swerve and converge
Strings snap among the multitudes that once were
Worn down by steady silences
Foundation, eons old, crumbles and soon
The heavenly sky becomes an endless cavern
Among the Good and the Bad, misfortune dealt out randomly
Within the dim expanse, Polaris becomes just another faint light
Half a mind would see the rationality
Step down from the steeple steps
But, the unexplainable and eerily captivating
Tighten the knots which cling, there must be more meaning...
“Tell them I’ll be back when winter comes”