Avion! By the barden I sit,
In so to a yearning to solitude and isolation.
O' so how I crave the past.
Tempest frost of them all!
Behold it is the elegy of nostalgia and the ode to solitude.
Through mechanics of time I walk,
embraced in solitude and solace tried by serendipity.
Fair, in havoc I find haven yet craves to heaven.
O' so solitude,
in your embrace I find you.
Pry over the dust,
but theres no clock time to go backwards.
Twilight twinkles,
let us wonder down the garden of work.
