Ruled.

In the stillness of time written in countless minds
We're reminded of patterns woven through repetitious rhyme
Singing uncherished dialects that perished long ago
My soul will never grow to mature past a simple sew

No matter where we go, a part of us always stays the same
An innocence untouched to taunt the tides with growing flame
I do not dare condemn unless the water becomes still
Once everyone's done splashing as I sit near the chill

I lash myself for looking on to stir the surface with breath
Falling back in time where Im condemned to unfeeling death.