Grieving over neglected flowers, seeds we plant to get us threw the hours, trying to understand plans we have no chance to or ability to comprehend, our fields burn ablaze how we count our endless numbered days. being seen threw closed eyes even though somehow we've noticed and expected non the less. we fight as each candle burns out the mess it brings fear without, so we press on drifting through oceans forever more never seeing the obvious gold that lyes upon the abraisive shores, that of wich we are...