When nothing else makes any
        sense, 
        Who makes sense of it –
        The poet.
	
        Gathered, 
        Scattered;
        Ethers of broken dreams;
        (Craving)
        Engraving sculptured nuances
        That seek out harmony,
        Making the discord of lost illusions;
        Hoping for a voice to believe in once 
        Again.  

        When all has unraveled,
        All roads traveled
        led [lead] to nowhere; 
        The poet dares to take on the space,
        The void of nothingness, 
        To blast a song;
        (Empower to the harmony)
        The poets dream.