Induldged prism

Into the void the noise echoes to a truth of my mind

Like the moon changing tides by light shine

While the enticing build of structure crumbles brick by brick

We induldge in lifestyles that we find fit

The traveling carnage that is feed to us with law

Breaking the terms and watching tyranny fall

The odds are together with a remainder of life in an asylum home

but as the windows are smashed constructs of memory prismed

through the looking glass the beauty is reflective

but only at the right time of day is it effective