See a terrifying world moving at such a faster pace than me,

makes one wonder what could be wrong that I'm unable to see;

The glass, which cocoons my own... doesn't let in an ounce of air to breathe,

in cased...never changing underneath;

Seasons have freedom I'm ashamed to announce I envy,

come and go, like wind... so easily;

Why must I be beckoned to my knees,

a desperate servant to obey this life impugning disease;

Monsters spewing horror scenes,

Alas – alarmed my heart shouldn't be,

it is after-all...a synchronizing part of me.