Thoughts race like wind, through changing leaves.
Words ring out, though rarely seen.
A mind goes numb, with static screams.
Rest and comfort, are stagnant dreams.

Eternal was the thought, you see.
But all the while, you tore the seam.
Nothing whispered, goes unspoken.
Even echos, can leave men broken.

So Ramble on, in ignorance.
Love and light, a serpent's hiss.
Ride the wave of cosmic bliss.
Some will choose not to forget.