Later

The years of unforeseen demise
Only bring your senses closer
The Holy Grail, your dreams of cries
There's no reprieve in row of blunders

You seem to wonder why these lies
That shoot like bullets, mindless, hopeless
They teach us lessons of reprise
They blow the trumpets of unconscious

You seem much farther than the sun
And yet so close you whisper chances
With your embrace I'm steady prime
You've turned out later to be monster

When cow has chewed, why should it swallow
The birds in skies with beaks do not
You've turned out later to be hollow
You've turned to be so lifeless bleak!