My Incoherent Art
Swimming
Tumbling, through dark recesses
Swimming, in oceans of thought
The ongoing monsoon ensures you are caught.
Your submergence is an assurance, that
All you have fought for,
All you have dreamed for,
Is for naught.

Weaving, through mind and fate
Conspiring, around constitution and revolution
This tsunami continues with absolute resolution.
You have noe comparison for this garrison, and
All you have fought for,
All you have dreamed for,
Is for naught.

Raging, around peaks and valleys
Dying, through fault and folly
In the eye of the storm there is no jolly
Your hurricane has no bane, because
All you have fought for,
All you have dreamed for,
Is for naught.