Memories of my life flash like lightening,
in my narrow eyes I see the future.

The edible words that cannot be spoken,
my pen acts as my crooked voice and
scribbles my messages of hope and peace.

Towered over me the skyscrapers are about to fall.
Bricks and lies fall from the atmosphere,
they leave everyone indoors beaten and bloody.
destruction leaves everyone in peril except the
butterflies, they are perfect.

The moments come and pass until the end comes,
it draws closer bring signs of warning and tranquility.
A sense of harmony runs over the world like a courier
with no breaks and will not stop until the message is
sent.