January 31, 2009
The thirtyfirst, the last day of oasis, I've heard many calling and surpassed many phases, but never until this idea I would have known. That there rested a place for me up on this throne. So high up, up in the skies it kept calling, crept for my fall, wept and stepped walling. Over foreign dalmations, oceans and new nations, they stepped in, letting my fleeting heart get thing. I waited, I waited, I waited for the signal. Kept weaiting, growing stronger, for each day that they gave. Then when it was my time, to the great world save, I slept late, and missed the chance that they gave, me.