I am like a drop of rain falling into an undiscovered world,
like a voyager seeking answers in a maligned mind,
yet coming to the realisation that i'm flying blind,
the answers I seek are subject to change without notice to any mankind.
Nothing is ever really what it seems when your heart is intertwined,
down the rabbit hole lays the answers of the rare hind.
grow a thick rind, when the contract is signed.
perfection is blinding, aligned with a figment of imagery designed,
the moon light is fictitious, poetic and unlikely to be defined
at the end a swain awaits for her lashes to unwind.
