Who doth fight; Why doth fight
Hush blooms in the grey haze;
The hands of a mind portrays.
A dingy gloom prevails in him.
A gaudy hymn for an unfinished work.
Burning closet of foolish dreams-
To loose fragments in scatters.
The clock which time unwinds
From revolving to a straight line
Ticking senses to sum up
Sentences yet to begin
Where remains the clue;
The clue in the spinning maze.
And who doth guide the light beams?
An uphill battle for sinlessness.