Alone in the mix of dreams,

Lost in a forgotten valley of fire,

Falling through heavy streams,

Cursed moments not meant to admire.

Walking blind with no care,

Posing an existence for common fassion,

Knowing to be dead from a pair,

Made pieces into bondless passion.

Too much to hold in a single kart,

Difficult when placing a match,

Counting each momentum of every part,

Unable to continue the dark patch.

With every tear, there’s more lost pride,

And memories that were gone to guide.