I worshipped the Sun,
Warming my broken hand.
I worshipped the Moon,
In darkness, safety I’ve found.
I Worshipped the doctors,
Failures of my heart they cured.
Yet lights, spheres and structures leading me.
I envy the engine,
And the mechanic system it runs.
...and the gathering rust,
Reminds us to the past.
In the rot of water I saw devilish reflections
In forbidden mires I felt the lurking blackness
Never saw the snow piling up on your shoulder
Never felt the cold winters on our white skin
The summers I regret
The false visions of cold
I envy the engine,
And the mechanic system it runs.
...and the gathering rust,
Reminds us to the past.