Sanity, like space,
and everything else, is a sphere...
Do I reminisce,
or is this only one of...
This very moment
is all I ever have for...
I search for a map when love becomes lost
As I'm confused which direction to take...
She fakes her smile for those she loves
And quietly counts the minutes go by...
I try to see beyond the colours
Which nature often paints...
Spicy aroma
my love and I making out...
Such a strange affair,
between here and there...
Life is like being in the deep,
with barely a breath left...
She wasn't temptation incarnate, nor a deliberate...
The danger wasn't her; it was the place she took...
The road he once traversed, the path he once...
But every attempt felt futile, every effort to...
What sets beings apart from otherwise
is now...