A symphony coursing through reality,
A path of uncertainty, steeped in tragedy.
A flicker of hope, fluttering like a butterfly,
In the mist of depravity—an untouched divinity.

Head held high, with eyes of judgment and grace,
Guiding its way through shadows and disgrace.
Shielding through, parting the tides with serenity,
A quiet light, dimming the chaos of harmony.

Twists and turns leave behind a trail of destruction,
Reaching the edge of unguarded seduction.
Wings once pure, now tinted in red—
Shedding their softness, where fear once tread.

I have been growing with uncertainty,
The echoes whisper—I won’t be forever young.
One day, my vision will fade into the unknown,
Will God still guide a lost spirit,
Carving its way through the void?

Up and down, I run into darkness,
No light, no direction—what am I chasing?
Letting myself fade into the silence,
No waves, no flames, only shadows remain.
So lost in this darkness, so lost in this paradise.

If I live or if I don’t,
Stay somewhere alive within me.
The day I take my final sleep,
Keep visiting me in my dreams.

May my warmth continue to flow through you,
Like the sun caressing your skin.
I’ll pass through the wind as you walk by—
Stop me if you wish, and I’ll stay.

Even if I say nothing,
Keep listening to me.
I’ll be there, even if you can’t see me,
Teasing you, teaching you gently,
As I watch you grow.

Even in the darkest night of your life,
Even when you hear nothing,
I’ll keep chanting my love for you.
That’s all I have to tell you—
That’s all I wish to say.

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺,
𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺?
𝘐𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺— 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦? 𝘖𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩, 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘺.

Push or pull?
You gave it all you got,
Revisiting, wandering, looking for something.
Breaking, twisting, making up something.
Push or pull, did you give it all away?
Push or pull, did you pull it all away?

Pulling it together, this is what you wanted,
Stained and rough, blindsided to oneself.
Pushing it away, everything you've wanted,
Broken and shattered as you ran away,
Neglecting the pieces of your work.

Bleeding and drifting is what it has caused,
Never be the one to see or hear.
Wearing the glasses of your vision,
Pushing away the colors outside the frame.

Push or pull?
You played the game, but lost yourself.
Fleeing the fire you set ablaze,
Yet blaming the ashes for burning your name.
Blind to the truth, deaf to the echoes—
Now tell me, was it worth it?

A lost kindred spirit…
Did you lose your way?
Guided by the moonlight,
Did you find your way
In the darkest midnight?

Pause—where have you been?
How have you been?
Did you find what you were looking for

A beautiful symphony, aligning with the soul,
A melody twinkling around, from the heart’s serenity.
As it dances with the winds, free as a bird,
Gently carrying whispers, to where it's heard.
Yet storms rise, shattering its flow,
Thunder twisting a melody into discord,
Drowned in echoes, a cry lost in haze,
A voice once radiant, now trapped in the maze.

Horned like a weapon, wielding destruction,
Yet with strength and resilience, weaving a garden.
The pitter-patter of words, soaking one to the core,
A light kiss to one’s being, yet a painful symphony.
A paradox in motion, fierce yet tender,
Tearing through silence, yet shaping splendor.