Savage in the intentions of the rainy days past.
No more inclination for the covering waters traveling vast.

Distances in a matter of a thought,
torn between what we strive for and what we are taught.

Long ago causal egos start to fail,
lost in the day of a ship that never had a sail.

Falling through memories carried for so long,
searching for a place where we can comfortably belong.

Gone are false intention that merely drift us through a day,
gone Is the love that we thought would never die.