I fell into a world of distant dreams,
And for that I wondered, was I alive?
Or had I forgotten the memory—
Of the pain I felt, buried deep inside.
The love that I once knew, felt from my heart,
thrown into cataclysmic agony,
It suffocated my passion for art,
And I lost control of the frequency.
I lost control, but then found it again.
I found it in the heart of a pigeon,
That flew through chaos, yet returned to when
My mind still beat with rhythmic cognition.