I STARE AT THE WALL WITH AN EMPTY MIND,
PLAYFULLY FEARING TO FALL FROM THE TOP,
AND AT A FLASH THE DARKNESS TAKES
ME TO MY SHAKY PAST WHICH HAS PASSED.
THOUGH I MIGHT HAVE CROSSED
THIS ROAD MANY A TIME,
IT ALWAYS REMINDS ME OF MY CRIME.
THE FEELING OF NOSTALGIA
IS REPLACED BY A FEELING OF HATRED AND SUCIDAL.
SO,I SEARCH FOR A CITADEL,
TO BRING BACK MY PLEASANT PAST.
THOUGH I FIGHT HARD AGAINST IT,
I ALWAYS DIG MY FALLING PIT.
AT PAST IT ALL ABOUT NAME AND FAME,
THEN I REALISED WE ARE NO BIGGER THAN OUR FRAME,
BUT NOW I REALISE ITS NOT THE SIZE,
ITS ABOUT WHERE YOU ARE FRAMED,
PROJECTS WHAT YOU WERE...
I HOPE TO GIVE THIS PIECE OF MY MIND
TO THE PAST MIND.
BUT THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE AND NOT MUNDANE
AND I BELIEVE ITS MYSTERIOUS AND ACANE.
SO,I ATLEAST HOPE TO MAKE IT VISIBLE AND POSSIBLE,
BEFORE MY ETERNAL DREAM......
