A secluded road leads to nowhere.
Brought the melancholy I mostly fear.
My heart skips as my hand shift for the fifth gear.
While whimsical that every thing won't care.

Vial brimmed of sobering Cognac.
Fancying to forget where I lack.
Decried by people I deem who got my back.
Where my words are like lyrics mean to lose track.

Meandering beneath the sheet of stars.
A handful of dreams I highly hoped won't scar.
I who dread of going too far.
Now lost in this crowded bar.