the echoes of a dream I dreamt in a distant past is here at last drowning me fast why are ripples so old and vast catching up to me? what did I see? the tower of life, or was it death erected by the sea the spawn of the earth was flocking to some went to the top others halted up
at different levels people threw themselves at the waves and when they fill in they were all dead as a sin
I climbed up to the very top wanting to see all that can be why waste a wicked view when after all all and all to our death will fall to our death we fall
this foretelling I knew to be deeper than words and true as pain hurts now I am in free flight it does not feel right no time to think i'll be gone in a wink
in between waking and true sleep what I find I treasure and keep the tower of wisdom the fall to the deep