Digress to Regress to Progress.

The eyes, they were, so very different,
The shape, of her, it is so frail,
My eyes, describe, the edges meek,
My head, engrained, with seeds of dust,
O' Where, pray tell, is the plant pot,
O' Where, my lord, are your children,
You've lost, them all, between your fingers,
You've lost, our hope, our dreams of living,
We'll gain, your feet, and walk in silence,
We'll gain, your soul, and try to break it,
Grant thus, pursue, and live forever,
Grant thus, renew, and become undone,
Have faith, move on, live life as we see it.
Have faith, step down, and bow before their feet.
No, That can't be all there is. There must be much more.
No, I won't do it again. I will not suffer.
I feel it now. I have felt it. I will feel it.
I am. .