The beautiful is not chosen
The chosen becomes beautiful
The beautiful is not chosen
The chosen becomes beautiful
Please do not forsake me now,
sparkling gone
with darkling days
I drift at times, I know it's true,
but I always drift on back to you
The beautiful is not chosen
The chosen becomes beautiful
I have never tired of
manna falling from above
When conscious thought
meets careless heart
and two lost souls find one fresh start
Lie with me upon the earth
feel its curve beneath our spines,
soon we'll follow it around,
one lost soul
finally found
The beautiful is not chosen.
The chosen becomes beautiful
These are known as darkling days
rhyming schemes gone askew,
crackling gifts of light and air,
exploding worlds,
The beautiful is not chosen
The chosen becomes beautiful