Sacred shards of the mirror shattered mind.
Another day exhausted, another night spent awake.
Awake to more, but to lazy to define a goal.
Adventures reserved to a forgotten dream.
Sharp to the wit, slow to the upkeep of mortals lives.
They couldn’t see, even when I stood before them, palm and ash.
They don’t get it, they toil on.
An accident of a son, is he destined to do great?
Maybe, we’ll see how he feels.