• Seeing a world in a grain of sand

    And a heaven in a single flower .

    Here we have eyes but can not see .

    We have form but can not be .

    And here we have mouths but they're nailed shut.

    Here we have ears yet they can not understand.

    Words run together in the back ground noise .

    As time runs fluid like a river , dead still .

    We keeping walking on and on but get no where . .

    Our frames never flaw ,

    just crack and fall .

    Forever hollow , and hollowed state of mind .

    Here our eyes reflect the light ,

    Yet theyt never burn or run dry .

    And Yet still we can not cry .

    Here we never fear or sleep , too numb to feel .

    For here we are all forever trapped ,

    in an aimless continuum .