A good shake shall it vanish,
The night's nightingale over Paris.
It may, maybe or not.
But the scar jot its face  deep as it cuts!

Forever will be restless.
Perception takes control.
Impeccable taste of this lonely soul,
Reach upon despicable baloney.

The wine filled itself overflowing,
Left a mark of salt unseen  and overwhelming.
Unwittingly starving to ecstatic memory,
Behind the dreadful stretch of angst.

Now, this ecstasy's relentlessly vibrating,
Through a confused track of unflinching speed.
Unifying with eternity, hoping endlessly,
Nothing fades, nothing fades, nothing fades! 

Tomorrows path of planned uncertainty,
Paved a way of connecting two sanity.
Its important not to be unhappy,
Enjoying the triviality that someday can be a reality.

Hold on tight!