Sitting alone amongst a banquet feast
Bread with and without the yeast
Drink a toast to all the deceased
With each passing moment, time is decreased
Father Time’s patience is running out
Ask the dead what that’s all about
Life goes on beyond what we can see
Read it in the leaves of tea
If I’m ever going to truly be
I must release myself from the burden of me
My ink clouds clarity
Infecting what’s left of purity
Expectations, I set free
Good night sweet destiny
Nomad 