Covertly it hides behind cheerless abstract lines
It's the substance of regret, of repent for a trick
It's the project of the mind troubled by it's own neglect
It's that close conversation with the father of long past
Never lasts, the conviction to transcend the cheerless abstract

Breaking through the waves so phonetically engrossed
With the meaning but the meaning has not meaning anymore
It's the feeble compromise with the surface and the core
It's that comparable relation between subject and the world
Never knowing when you're edging over lands of cheerless abstract