A soul lost in the midst of lonesome
A man staring at the blink of gruesome
The existence of zero probability
corresponding to his ruptured identity

Overthinking every morning
As a result of his unexplained mourning
Actions leading to detrimental thoughts
Enduring everything until it hurts

Occurrence of impulsiveness starts to appear
Happiness over the day starts to disappear
Certain thoughts making things unclear
Making her as the subject of his fear

His life drowned in the oceans of "what if'"
His hope desperately hanging on a cliff
A man completely devoted to a nymph
A dream only visible while his asleep

Now the day is almost ending
Another moment with her descending
Hi? Hello? Can she still recall
Please! Please... are his deepest call.