Luckless champions
Wearing lovelorn hearts
Decorated with invisible scars
Wander endlessly
In forests of strangers
And uncharted territories
Of fated serendipities.

They travel the busy streets
Enduring a march of defeat
Playing sad notes
On broken strings
With interludes
Of bittersweet memories.

Eternally dragging
To unknown destinations
Their worn out suitcases
Filled with unread letters
Of unspoken feelings
And unrequited love.

Nearly napping
Nocturnal nomad
Negotiating nightmares.

Needing nicotine
Neither needles nor nickels
Numbing nobody's noble. 

Nipping nasty nightcap
Navigating Neverland
Nicknaming nebulas and novas.

You can stop the time effortlessly,
And make everything else lose motion;
In this dimension of two possibilities,
I would break the laws of constants,
To rise to this rare occasion,
While I helplessly but mindfully,
Keep falling into your machinations,
Because you're the only variable,
Making sense in this causal prediction.

You can state all of your demands,
While seemingly making a point;
I'll supply smiles to your shenanigans,
And validate all these assumptions;
Let's meet halfway and find the perfect joint,
To sieze the meaning of our existence,
Without a care to this world's boring bustles;
All the other factors can wait in line,
Because you're the missing piece to my puzzle.

Everywhere's a center stage,
The largest zoo of a billion cage.
You can sit in front of your TV screen,
Or go outside to see smokes rising from the scenes.
It's a scorching sight to behold, yes,
But we'll enjoy it nevertheless.

You can switch to a hundred channels,
Featuring all of the biggest scandals.
Each show set ablaze by different combustions
People killing people, cities, and nations.
Glorifying carnal desires like gods of men,
With knowledge of sin and the intent to do it again.

The list just goes on like the raging flames,
People getting beaten in their own wicked games.
Leaders waging wars with their toy soldiers,
The media deceiving their susceptible viewers.
Followers losing faith in their God and church
People not finding love no matter where they search.

Let's enjoy the spectacle, there's no need to rush,
We can paint the view with a worn-out brush.
Fuel to the fire's as infinite as people's wrath,
From the trivial problems, issues, and whatnot.
To the most intriguing dilemmas confronting man,
Too busy he forgot how the world should be run.

Just slowly hold your breath,
Then fake your own death,
By using a foolproof plot,
Tricking everyone on the spot,
Confusing the supernatural,
With a boring script for your funeral,
Filled with synthetic flowers,
And a pretentious bunch of mourners,
Who can reenact the melodrama,
Without breaking their persona.
You can scribble your own prayers,
And rearrange all the chairs,
As if they're watching a movie flop,
Or a bomb about to be dropped,
Their faces painting either sorrow,
Or the joy of a free desperado
You can lace the refreshments,
With a dash of resentment,
And hire a clown to spill ***** jokes,
To make them laugh until they choke.
Enjoy the show of your grand design,
As both friends and enemies fall in line.

Emptying old boxes
Packing well wishes
Tying new shoelaces
Charging drained devices
Keeping dozen promises
Settling past businesses
Equipping couple punches
Looking more fearless
Winning upcoming matches.

I want to plunge into the azure sky
And bathe in the dawn's light,
I'll disperse like a mist of vapors
Vanishing into the ocean's mirror.

I want to sit on the roaring goliaths
Of volcanoes and towering sierras,
Cradled by a stream of clouds
Serenaded by mysterious hums.

I want to dance in the breeze
Of frigid winters and blazing summers,
Play with the flickering bolts
And sing with the rolling thunders.

I want to sleep under Luna's *****
Beneath a blanket of a million stars,
As I dream of storms in the Pacific
Or the Auroras in the Arctic.