• I am caught in a world of my own making,
    Trials and Consequence passed by the Judge of my own mind.
    With High points and Low points both forsaking,
    I push through this world in an infinite grind.
    Angels and Demons on the same level,
    Both hinder my joyous revel.
    As the world turns my time will end,
    So sadly that which I cannot extend.
    For in this world I love so much,
    There is so little that I can touch.
    Spread my wings and take to the sky,
    Yet in the end, lay down to die?
    I pray the Ides of March come not to pass,
    For my eternity I am concerned.
    With a life of the second to third class,
    The peace I seek, have I finally earned?
    These are thoughts for another day,
    For now I will press on.
    Angels and Demons I can keep at bay,
    Until this darkness gives way to Dawn.