Too much sadness for one mind,
too much thoughts to actually realize.
The beauty in our souls,
And the world within our minds.
Soft spoken, blurry scenes, a sad ditty
Yet to the tune we make our steps
One before the other, one behind the other
One together and one with ourselves
Through various chronologies,
The wave of life we defy, uncertain.

Half a step brings us closer
Yet our routine takes us further
Our actions bound by the divine book
And the underdogs we identify .
Slowly, insanely, terrifyingly slow
Our heartbeats rise as one seperately.
We sing at our campfire, far away ,
And again and again and again
Through various chronologies,
The wave of life we defy, uncertain.

With our plucked wings we fly
Soaring across the dirt beneath us
Looking up at the great whites,
In a sea of vast blue and Arcabaleno.
Yet our reflection we see, truth disguised
A humble tree, slowly withering it's leaves
Yet the fruit if passion it blooms
Enough for our mundane hands to reach
And through various chronologies,
The wave of life we defy, uncertain.