Is the beautiful the real
The tangible the pill
The obtuse the rule worked through to become sunlight to brighten darkening doom
The walk is the purpose of enlightened mercies
And we beg to see the truth on its knees as we make believe that ocean is our personal sea
Can we place all in times three to perch upon the bridge of grief
And beauty sings just to lull humanity to sleep
To walk upon crisping tradition and see fresh awakenings
We believe as we believe
Painting the picture to force the dream
Beauty upon a pin of intricacies






