A long walk should be sufficient enough
To strain out anxiety of what may become
When sensualised the moment of plantation
Then to a birth of screaming horrors.
Prolonged exposures to wakes
Let us grasp at faith while imminent
Tempestuous gods, alluring their passions,
Cast in silken gold, turning clockwise,
Move over empires to the aid of youth
Born in scrutiny of forefathers blessed
Who swim where water has now evaporated.
Heat diminishes criminalities alike;
Differences cast in our own ice kingdom
Never to fade, only to deepen with emotion,
Growing in irregularity so simply
That halfwits understand the motions.
Lift the skies to expand the ceiling:
How high can we fly only to nosedive?
Crash to the velvet duvets,
A place of strenuous vigour somewhat eased to pleasure,
Passing raptures with distinguished grace
With non-selective and countless victims.
Mirrors hang around apologising
That hypocrisies visualised are element,
Paramount yet unsatisfactory,
Tired yet not too bored of the script.
Call us actors from the first breath
Least we succeed in that occupation
Driving the world of love to impact,
To breakdown, to then envisage
That a long walk would be sufficient enough.