Were we to go o’ silent rustle? Take our pleasure, leisurely you and I. To lie, love and die! Where in fire and ice, I lie in embrace of but solitude, I would say my only friend is but the wind! Where day to day, I sit and stare; at the silence where it seems dull every day. Isolated from society I am, have I gone mad? I can only say where but not why. Perhaps weary I was, when I stare into my lonely childhood. I crave the moments I had lost. What fun to lie and dream? Would time ever fly?
