One fragment of thought, sparks the flame tearing through my veins, soon become a conflagrationBurning within a desire to create a masterpiece, to excel, for one time, never cease Waking up every morning, with a flicker of inspirationWalking thru the burning Pyre, falling, failing,trying to shape my dream, sometime selling it in lieu of better dreamsbut every time
I see reality as a fault of my dreams
Truth seems to be an ally of stuff forbidden
Where shall I begin my search for thou?
Which Road to travel, to make a difference?So many question, whose answer
exist as a shadow of realitydetermined to cleaves this interstellar gloomMoving on, but every time I watch miles on the end, Meet Jaded me and the emptiness
