Breath is fire
It fuels us
Time is dire
It wastes us
Answer is the reason
Question is there
Lying is a treason
Round must sphere
World is keeper
Word is deeper
Slope of life
Always is steeper
Right is the middle
Up you go to down
Under light of hate
Love is fiddle
Reality is near us
Distance far away
Histrory is blind
In light of day
