An ignorant child looking at a blissful world
A thousand meanings within everyone's words
But he's as shallow as a half written check
Looking for something he found himself instead
But on the way he lost his footing on the path
And now he sits on a pill shaped shroom
With an outer-body pistol pointing at his head


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Glacian, in the year 304 AF.