The Progression
Unfamiliar faces
Searching for a match
Unchartered places
Sinlessness is snatched.
Trying to make a name
The end still out of reach
Do not get caught up in the game
Rotten things grab hold like a leech.
Rising sophistication
Eyes opened to reality
Falling victim to the flirtation
Where is the congeniality?
Familiar faces
Race to the finish line
Fearsome roads and places
Not ready to leave it behind.