I'm never ending, just beginning
now im trying as my mind has begun
to fly and all that I feel is colored
everything I mistake, I recreate
Reform and I change,
this constant inspiring lack of self
desires of insanity trapped within
the clouds of my mind-frame
and my mind-frame is that of being all alone
this devoid lacking sense of motivation
is reminiscent of desperation

when we're all alone, there is no-one
left to cry my name and I glide
on winds of thought all alone, as alone
as the universe is all on it's own
always wondering why, can't you tell
that none of us are really alive?
separated from above, everything you've
been is a cleansing lie, save yourself
from yourself, hatred spills from emptiness
like night time skies absorb all reason
with a flash of imagination these times
are rewired, much left to desire
when everything we want is what they
told us we'd die for all along.