A QUESTiON TO TRANSLATE
TANGLED iN A CiRCLE OF TiME
THOUGHTS iMPRiSONED, DECLiNED
FLAPPiNG WiNGS WiTH FEATHERS CUT
MANGLED LiMBS A DANCE BUT
NO WAY TO BE DEFiNED
OLD AS TiME, THiS EVERLASTiNG RHYME
OUT THERE'S NOTHiNG LEFT BUT FATE

your opinion?

i'm curious.