Casting astronomical aspirations into the perpetual abyss; is like playing with fire and an arsenal of arrows You can hit your target or by a mile you'll miss. You swiftly fall into the trappings of saving coppers for a rainy day Unopened boxes still in their wrappings. It's easier to look ahead, Don't you dare turn your head around to confront the lingering regrets palpableΒ Β instead. Give me hope, future, give me dancing dreams but I aim at the mountains zenith and nothing is as it seems. Blindly,stumbling into darkness Hand reached out for something- anything to anchor me to this realness. I ache to be the pioneer for anyone who's hid behind the pasts cloak and disappeared To bow out of their performance before it's curtain call Come back. give yourself a chance to show them all- that they were wrong and your future is bright because you learn from whats been and throw yourself into this unwritten song. So let this be my prophecy We'll leave our stars more polished and repaired then before To trust in tomorrow and hold hope dear we'll make them see.