The fourth dimension is running away
And I keep losing every single day.
Only half the loop is left ahead
Before it is too late for something to say.
Leaving behind this timeless, sanguine lane.
I wonder if that bleary tomorrow would
Address me indefinitely since as a sane.
The preceding year has left me faded
With no color but the one shaded.
Queerly though but all along the summer,
Arenose and adamant, I`d felt steadily aided.
Through that single shade that kept low
I could see distinctly every color of the rainbow.
Through the yellow`s relentless glow, I could
In my eyes, feel the freezing snow.
Slicing through the December fogs without a pause
Left me betwixt myth and reality past a cause.
Sitting alone in the dark often I did wonder
If I could alter the inevitably boundless laws.
Be it the blistering heat or the freezing feet,
Amidst the fragrance of the lightly damped streets,
With the arrival of the tempting eastern breeze,
Every time I could hear the crescent heart beats.
The once utterly obscure, gradually went prime
As I found myself in my own revering shrine.
Only then did I realize what had happened,
Happens once, once in a lifetime…
