A broken vase sits on my daze
With whiskey and wilting flowers gaze
Couldn't see it fall in the first place
The setting sun shadows my face

Shattered stones on a cold land
Far, and in an underground din
Branches bending on their own weight
Frightened visions run a hare's pace

I could see little from here
In shade of light, nothing comes clear
I looked back as my mind dined
Sought to change what I can't find