Evoking tragedies of old
Exhaling with regret
Determining my state
My dreamless state
Reaching out to find
Reaching out to find
Solace in the most barren of places
This descend is long
Unbearably long
Bringing to mind
That of myths

A time where none was present

This moment
Suspended in time
The fondness of being isolated
This moment
Suspended in time
This exhale was not of regret

The soil was golden, demiurgic
Heavenly in the most
Literal meaning
This exhale was not of regret

But euphoric pure ecstasy
I coursed through my veins
With an eternal elegance
This eternal elegance
Was only surpassed
By the most beautiful
Thing in the world

This moment
Suspended in time
The fondness of being isolated
This moment
Suspended in time
This exhale was not of regret