Vines intertwined.
Scattered leaves left behind.
Where can we seek what we need to find.
Beauty and chaos combined,
What is this that makes us blind?
Look around maybe search behind.
Then they'll see something undefined.

When can sorrow never reach our tomorrow?
How can we escape this tragedy happily without agony?
I want to cross galaxies.
Redefine fallacies.

But how?
How can you do what is unknown?
When will you know to dodge what is thrown?

Like lost birds we search
For a branch where we could perch.