In my heart is a little pane,
A little tiny grain of truth again.
A reminder of speculated destined,
Of those domains blessed.
Let the time gracefully descend further,
And in time I shall listen to that murmur,
And dive therein so that,
I may re-live what I was supposed to at.
And relinquish the honour of the mantle,
And the forgotten ones will remember that fleeting glory ample,
And recollect the traction of dissociation.