Chaoticism.

[riverain]

Escape

Days go by
And things fall apart
But this ancient ruin
Is a work of art

I look at this place
With its crumbling walls
And it feels like I'm walking
Through crystalline halls

Many talents have I
But I pale next to this
Now here you have proof
That perfection exists

But this place is in shambles
And such disrepair
What has time done?
This just isn't fair!

Whose hand was this
That forged such perfection?
And whose hand can bring forth
It's divine resurrection?

I am far from worthy
To behold such a prize
I am just passing through
On a quest for the skies

You must look to the heavens
With a wish left unspoken
To reach for the stars
And then fix what was broken

Now scatter your memories
Let the good ones take wing
And soon you'll achieve
That impossible thing