Here I’ll lose my way,
I’ll stray and be somewhere else,
Maybe I was never here,
Perhaps I was but a hollow grasp
Waiting for my world to implode
Into a cocoon of despair.
The eternal clamour froze for a moment
Here in the instance of clarity
I halt and pick,
Only an ephemeron
A momentaneous insurrection leading to my demise;
That lay beyond your promise
Of eternity of servitude.