Above such high cities,

I see only the dark.

Lights that shine from such spark,

That my eyes could never see clearly.

From step to step,

That reaped my beginnings

To night by night,

That my heart aches from reaching.

To far my breath cant solitude its sound,

While i gasp for you to breathe ,

As patience begins to fade to wreath,

My days become not square; but round.

The cycle I change to make ...