A fragile smile painted on a white canvas,
an X on the last day of the calender,
where were the people when the vortex opened?

It's a long road,
and even longer when you get lost,
a vortex of emotions,
leaves you washed against a rock.

I travelled for years, 
spent few tears,
surpassed many peers,
and found glory on the mountain,
where the sun met the sky,
where all of me was looking inside,
if the wind blew too hard,
you'd see me fall.

A vortex of our lives,
we spiral toward infinite time,
running out of time,
in this petty time.

Frugal mind,
falling apart,
stitched back together,
with understanding.

Love the plague of this world,
death the salvation we all heard...about.