Vision, for a second, a slumber. Through a skull you may call your own.
Imagine, for a minute, beauty evaporating in the summer.
uncontrollable will, self steering fear, determined skill, nonexistent cheer!
While the rest of us rage under fallen bridges. Lacerating truthless conceit.
I am but a traveller searching for my true west.,
You will all find me buried in a visionless lie.
Can’t i, do my best?