@High Seas,
Hey, High Seas. You have a "two dog night" there. Love that cartoon.
Everything vanishes in time,
We see what we want to see.
We think of an echo and rhyme
And the places we don't want to be.
Perhaps we are the myths,
and muses are spawns of our life,
Falling into an abyss
Clutching at fragile life lines.
Calliope, Erato, and Clio
Keep playing, weird sisters, for me.