Wisps of smoke Form, deform Dreams broken Faces lost I see nothing and everything here Fly away right in front of me The stick lodged in my fingers The sustainer and destroyer Such beauty it holds I hold, The eyes i craved The palaces i built All vanish with a flutter Its indecent how all that matters Flows from my fingers and flutter away I know, I hold it all But all goes away in these Wisps of smoke Dream wisps