Wither thou goes't, I knoweth not.
Alas Zinah, I have conquered my delusions of grandeur.
My once catatonic escape has become my Ethereal Utopia.
Teach me Zinah, let me understand the visceral fibre of a tender heart.
Myriad of opinions becloud your egress.
Show me Zinah, the precarious state of an abandoned soul
Let me teach the ones yet unborn, the trials of a broken spirit.
So their retinal from this sphere will not be stitch, leaving loved ones like me in throbbing anguish Zinah still