I touch thy skin, I feel thy air,

I grasp thy hand, and hold tight,

To the weight of your life. 

You welcome the past

as a dear friend, as it knocks 

So heavily, it knocks to ensure

its prescence. To remind thee

of nature, and of life, and how it

swings and sways and dances.

But for thou, deaf noise of

happiness and joy are all 

that is heard. For the past can be 

neglected, and the future is foreseen.

And as I hold so tight to thou life, 

I foresee the neglect of the beauty of nature 

of thou life. For a path has been divided. And 

As I hold so tightly, I touch thy skin, I feel 

thy air, I grasp thy hand, and feel removal

from life itself. For the weight of your life

has gone feeble. Now I bore the weight of 

Guilt and seek its removal, nevermore,

nevermore.