Surely why must love be found in the trails of fame,
an itch at the back of the throat, gratified by cough syrup of lustful shame.

Seen a car crash last week that reminded me that I was inside crashed and broken.
The ears were closed shut, but the truths were clear to hear. Sound and clear to be spoken.
Subject of the test drugs taken so naively, caught up in a split second of blitz.
Still taking those deadly drugs. Still taking those deadly risks.

Battle grounds left with the scars of a continuous fight searching for fame that is all but undeserving.
Why yet to be keeping all these secrets is so unreserving .

Crashed and burned like a flame once set that has lost it's once bright spark,
quickly speaking ill of the next. Quick to make a smirky remark.

No...

Confined to the empty space and atmosphere, thought for so long to have filled an entire space.
Now time to run away from it all, that past from far behind, faster at a more moderate pace.
To find something way better in the other days still lingering and arriving around the corner,
then touch back at it to feel safe at last and break free from this simple square border....