There will come a time
When the days are gone
Wishing for each second lost
The blindness of personality
To believe in what we never see
Cling with what matters less
And fail to drive a point perfect
Songs you shall sing to calm the storm
The back you turn now
Will your face see later
Shyness of feeling lost in a temper of a better life
Chances of advancement in a circle of excitement
What will you dig for
when you cememted your ground