• Across the path lies a finch
    It's flesh having a strange itch
    Moreover, from this itch lies a creature
    having in its body an interesting feature
    The broken paths making empty space
    Leaving an undiscovered race
    Their marked sacred faces glistening
    The leaves rustling as someone lay listening
    A man of shaken faith giving a sigh
    Flash of white sparkles in his eye
    Fading memories flashed as he laid broken on the floor
    Where were you? Was i a chore?
    This insecurity bind me
    An absurd existence is my key
    Dreams dance in the abyss of dark matter
    Could it be that i am the mad hatter?
    Something close, something beyond?
    the answer appeared like a magical wand
    In his flesh was a strange itch
    As the man's mind sprang from the ditch
    From this itch lied a creature
    having in its body an interesting feature