Rampant are the storms
Devious, these seas
These forces we try to master
Constant weakness to evade
A strife against the inborn
Nature of defeat
Exposure to noxious elements
The roads we blindly tread
Solitary ruin
Befalls me
The dreaded steps
From abandoned dreams
Tired well
Repeating stream
The concept of escape
It seems
We soldier on
An unknown path
For passions and dreams
No one shares
What happens when legs grow weary?
When life's crossroads are but woes to suffer?
When I'm enclosed in my own mind
The repeating echo of spinning thoughts
A reflection in the window, what's there to see?
A pale face, veil for vacant crowd
A year of sorrows, here we stand
No companion but smoldering remnants of dying dreams