An intimate stomp that fills the daily mean
I’m surged out the transparent vial
as the spectators view me with scrutiny
Flowing to a new look of unconfined
While in the imagination of a dwelling
I view those clumps who ignite in self
By the ways of the metallic tides
There’s only routine with dreary life
Which traps me with uncertainty
All uniform sights installed in vast
Assortments of this desolate sea
There are only wrongdoings in the
rapture that continue outside my vial