Softer lines on the subtle sides of life
Towards the ends smothered in the vibe
That doesn't harp, remains in the greys
Into the deepest and the wildest of the strays,
Going along elusive dream that stays,
Harboring sense that winds and frays,
Find that wing that is detached long back
Stamped and coiled beneath all stack
Spreading those broken wings over that fright
Ceasing that fear, cease in that flight -