Bien Vista 05: Paper

A clean and clear, white sheet of paper; messed by ink. The world and me, the people here; we live that brink. Just like this night -- a villain veiled -- and then I sigh. This tyrant darkness shakes my shoulders. Solitude! But crickets sing a chorus, deep and high. While I, Who got my eyes to walk around and round for good; Unravel truth and beauty in this ink - stained sheet -- Enlightened me. And slow and slow, mine chest I felt; Starts pumping hard. It seems the night had put a spell -- In me. There's beauty and some goodness. All is well. Alas! Apart from that, I could not save distress; That Man had bore for many years and decades. On -- A clean and clear, white sheet of paper; messed by ink. The world and me, the people here; we live that brink. Just like this night, a villain veiled -- and then I sigh. This tyrant darkness shakes my shoulders. Solitude! Stress! Grief! Stress! Lone! World! Lone!