Convenire

Into light we conviene,
Wearing down our wheels,
With the exctracts we percieve,
In the eyes contact,
That we receive,
The dark side of the body,
We leave unseen.

Into life we remain,
In dwarved status,
We spend our days,
Screaming intropsections of disdain.

Infatuations of light,
Barely recognised,
Loves drained but not despised,
Into another light conveined,
In a tunnel,
With recognised dreams.

Into the light we conviene,
Staring at introspecting screams,
The dark side of the reality,
Blessed and unseen.