Taming the fire, sometimes it is so hard to see;

Hurt, pain, misery,

Rambling on day by day; he only wishes he can find a way.

Over time he still searches through this decaying Earth;

Universe is still within his reach,

Gravity will soon stop existing.

Hope is there through all he deprives.



His mystical eyes tell the greatest illustrious stories.

I can see pass all in which he hides, there is so much more than what meets the eye.

Spaces between a dream and reality,

Echoes franticly, which road will become more apparent?