On the way to the road untraveled,
There’s no chance for redemption,
I’m trying to buy a new soul,
Something that won’t get me drenched me up like this.
How did I get here?
No fragments to recall,
I’m withering in confusion,
No guidance at all.
There’s a feeling that goes soon,
Lighten up by each ray of moon,
And as the darkness comes closer,
Life tends to become much clearer.
Dreams are the sole reality,
Real world doesn’t seem so catchy,
In meantime, the feeling comes back again,
But is snatched away by the gleams of brightness.
Hope is seen in midst of abyss,
Waves clamber over each other,
To find the truth of happiness,
But it comes to those who are a believer.
