Echoes fill the air
Nothing but whispers in the wind
Grasping every aspiration
Just to release a small sentiment of apprehension
Alive but not in a conscious state
Thinking of a tid bitted fantasy
An ambition for daily life
The ill-fated event of reality
At one point will regain itself
Only to be waking a dream
It's routine
An unfortunate custom...
Hopes vanished in the consciousness of reality
