Wandering as all do in the mist of despair,

Stepping through and through, between the trees in which our love may hide,

We are the seekers in which we love to let go and let go to love, 

Yet we live in mindgrass in which our fears lay lurking,

Shadowing our love with hints of spite,

In the trail of the sunset on a fateful,faithless night,

Our futures laid in the pond that drops of rain seem to waterfall into,

Overflowing into trails of mud and grime, 

So i live on the precipice of night,

Tempted by breath and light, 

Us watching our dreams go by,

As to just let go of them 

for the nights in which our carcasses are filled with an element in which enables us life,

 hoping to fill the deteriating parts of us that life 

and experience has taken along with the winds of time,

And we contemplate life in the shadow of a streetlight, 

Wondering and realizing how stupid we are to have to give ourselves to bottles of mere wine,

Encaging our selves within fortune of a madhouse,

We were all predisposed to live but not all to give in and 

Those whom breathe from the beginning 

like socialites 

compared to those under streets lights

Carry on in the tracks of the ones who succeed,

While the ones under lights travel through and through, 

still trying to find where to find a place to love in themselves, 

And like a burned phoenix rising from its ashes they scream to the city in the dead of night, 

sneaking somewhere in between the future and the present, 

finding a glitch in which they could find the missing parts of themselves.

 

So far from the precipice of life,

They forget themselves 

 

transitioning from streetwalker to socialite,

 

They held onto dreams 

Filling their holes with nicotine so No one will see through them,

 

And the facade of a socialite will remain as if they had always been breathing,

Forgetting who they were and heading straight for their potential they grab onto it as their last lifeline,

Hoping,

And swearing,

That the fight is over,

They won't need a will to fight.

The fight is over.

There is no precipice in sight.