Clarity Is A Rarity In Time Let Alone Rhyme
Words Woven Paradigms As What Is Mine
And What I Claim Is Then Still Rearranged
Found To Be Strange Exchanged Deranged
I Then Hear The Laughter Of The Universe
A Living Curse Though It Could Be Worse
My Story Spills Yet Pollution In Absolution
Convolution Evolution Restitution Revolution !
