Falling deep into roses,

Like bread in the ocean...

I float with the birds...

And the wind...

Grasping the beyond,

With just the touch of my words,

And my thoughts...

While I...

Touch the lies that lay on a cross...

White lies, 

Surround me in this cruel dystopia...

Whilst I have the knife to cut the cake in two,

The void still awaits for us to make anew...

To trash the unexpected negativity through the blue...

Without a clue...

Let it rain...

Down in the garden...

So I can grow, 

My own roses once again...