This architect of sorrow
Matches words to his reality
Ashen filters let no light in
Stories counter every move
This happens when nothing happens
Deaf to the orchestra of reason
To feign a force of creativity
Blind to the truth
The stories now betray
This sorrow’s architect is broken
Wishes as predictions fail
Slave to faith and not to reason
Who mends a pattern unbroken
Who tends to the one unharmed
Who says your world is not real
Who questions why you feel