Another lucid day if it weren't for the clouds within my brain
I'll take a single moment to ascertain
Where it all began, I guess we'll never know
I'll still find beauty in the colors, they tend to grow
Hope offers to soften the coffin, coughing often, tossing around
Faith or fate: which one dictates?
I'm so lost, I want to take off and find a blissful start
In a new land or a different part of space...
Dreaming with a bitter taste
You should have brushed your teeth,
You could have done a lot of things
Breathing in leftover heat
The three degrees that hasn't cooled yet