Decaying mess of an existence
Writhing on earth in resistance
Infinite weaving hope and waiting
Knees bare, display of bones in praying

The time brings feverish unknown thoughts
Surrounded by voices, familiarity there are lots
Do I give in to trying or sit on fate?
Neither, have been kind but, I pray it's not too late

The universe in sync with life's engraved pattern
The author; a stranger with cruelty has written
The book of...