Apiary Finding A Way Back
I can hear the whispers worshipping the sun that the earth walks upon I watch the dust settle and revisit the birth of reason closing think with the body move freely with the mind grant me the strength to accept the things I can not change to visualize when I am blind face what lies ahead of me letting the wind carry me away I drift on unaware of my surroundings and prepare myself to enslave the destiny that awaits me.