the saddest part of dying is what you forgot to do the ideas born in lucid dreams that vanished in the hue the mountains never seen the oceans never crossed the poems written on scraps of paper a lover's smile now lost the tears you held inside the chances never taken the landscape of your life an oasis now forsaken
The purpose is still burning Even tho everything is jaded My heart light faded No one can take it from me It's mine forever meant to be Reignite my purpose And you'll see