Asylum.
Behind words, beyond the doubt,
A passing thought like transient cloud.
Have not you seen a seed to sprout
In asylum of dreams decay?
We're here stranded by the day.
By night we dwell beyond Horizon
Lost, in the sands without realising,
The subtlety of words we say.
And thus I utter, go and find,
Within the spheres, search throughout,
Amidst the clutter and old spells,
A verse which brought us here to stay.
Same verse shall get the ties unbound
Healing Prometheus's wound.
Forgiveness is the price to pay -
Those daring not to break away.
No, there is no pride or sorrow
In limiting this fate. Tomorrow
Casts the broadest net
Abundant is his catch – regret.
Forget you shall and yet you'll follow,
This tiny voice inside the hollow.
On stumbling feet
Have not you sobbed the night away
In asylum of dreams decay?