The roses I sow - I expect the dryness of the earth.
The purity I sought - I expect delusion to exort.
The dreams I dream - I dream in fancy for art.

The lives I lived - I remember the harrowing.
The songs I sang - I entombed them in my mouth.
The steps I trod - I clipped for my face's sake.

The smiles I smile - I think them unsure.
The doubts I breath - I see them secure.
The bread I take - I judge it alms given.

The hopes I have - I hear them as all.
The strength I have - I fear it failing.
The Gods I adore - I'm mute.