The world turns once again.
Its golden butterflies and unicorns remain,
Like a shining campus of light, a golden grain of sand.
Electric waters dance to the purple waves,
Glimmering with light and hope.
The axis is on a tilt, it obeys no one
Except the glassy mountains of velvet ropes.
I stand here waiting on my axis of imagination,
My tears of sorrow triumph over their beams of might.
These moonless nights and sunless days,
Arch over the burning skies of endless fright.
And the world turns once again.