For there is a spiritual guide,

Suggests our state of mind,

Pretends little the beauty of time,

Only to grant solace in eternity

 

While the earth rotates in axis,

We challenge the frame of mind

Might understand the weight of change

When gathered in by romantic sigh

 

I wonder sometime of idealism,

Is it the choice of a free-thinking world,

Or perhaps more evenly drawn

Is the satisfaction of having pause

 

Would I that tempts the notion of order

Be forgiven to notice humanity in disorder