We are peculiar characters,
Ignite the blaze among brethren.
With simple vices of cogitors,
Beliefs, labels: stumble; fallen.

We value our semper fidelis,
Whence last your soul was caressed?
A casual stroll won't suffice,
From the abyss your heart was fetched

Above the crowd, our gaze collide,
Troubled thinkers be seeking zen.
Below the stars always beside,
Distant paths be unwritten.