Excerpt from Transient Dystrophy

Avarice didn't matter,

What I seek, I will no longer shelter.

It was too tangent for me to gather...

It's ever changing like that cursed weather.

I look up, I see the surface.

I close my eyes, I see only your face.

I open my eyes, I remember those days..

Well, everything changes.. we go our own separate ways.

by Ryl Llagas