Swinging towards doom Without the knowledge or the certainty Of either survival or end Is a crisp morning breeze With nothing to sting But capsize, Like the golden beams at the end Thunders through space Through 8 minutes late Is easy to comprehend Than that seller's den It brings about a change And still, right the fuck on time It might just make amends To the broken bridge Like a fallen angel that ran Without the knowledge Of how, where or when For that one role, you played In the darkest at ten But the light reached at half past 8 The morning mountains screened out All the hate And canopy made a shadow Of the one thing you missed in Meadows The air gleams golden To push aside the misty trails Like an occupant from ages Rooted yet free Like the huntsmen in a hurry It never felt other than the bite You missed to took when you were in fright So, leave the space Leave the side that's bright And dive in the object That had always bought the light For the hungry fish Or the monkey's stick Is a single tone to look for that bliss! Look for that bliss! #kruelt