“Imagine a world with no destination”

Imagine a world with no destination

A path of secrets and aspirations

With the spirited beauty flying

The sky lit bright of might

Dancing and singing the lullabies

The night wasn’t horror cries

It was true that a soul existed

And the soul was with spirits high

Moving trembling stoned hearts

The task was easy yet so hard

That pride concluded nothing

A life of prosperity if selfish

I was thinking when passing by

There was mystery in the lullabies

They were supplications of truth

And the symbol of a strong foot

Nothing was there to attract sight

A carved scandal of fright

Heart throbbing was the reality

Mustering were the truthful lies

There was enormous patience

Yet there was a mysterious smile

Watchful was I of the blooded eyes

They were scattered and tight

I saw the whispering knights

Not was it prudent or right

Imagine a world with no destination

With hearts of stone and cremation