Pay attention,
Pay attention, please
A man of praise or sympathy
Dies from lack of tranquility
A fast pace heart or racing breath
Cannot repress a dying death
With wisdom's words no secrets hide
For honest men have surely lied
And bloodshot eyes give heed to none
Remorseful deed that hath been done
From wanted to waste it never dies
Your fate with mine it forever ties
Confusion lisps a different tone
And catastrophic tantrums are thrown
The thought not thought but often dreamed
Lay wait to watch a word not seemed
Bleeding not fathomed deep within
So aware of every damning sin
Play the Fool of your own desire
Master of Water, Earth, Air, and Fire
Your angel wings will one day lift
And hope to be shadow of the power shift
My dear child,
Is it a curse or gift?