The colors flair around me,
Everything is a blur
Undertstanding, a commodity,
Hard to come by
Nothing like it seems,
The supposed good, evil to the core.
The evil lending a helping hand.
The pacifists fighting.
Everything crashes together at once,
Forming one moment of clarity
All is one, one is all
The truth is seen.
the moment gone,
Life returns.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Lleian, in the year 61 MA.