All this time
I was trying too hard to reach the propeller
Everytime I tried
I would fall into a surprise
I consume the silver ware, reload my inspiration
It'll be just fine
I lurk between the mirrors disguised as cards
I glance around the corridors
Gaze at the baroque sculptures
Women of unique nature
Art that is locked
I made a promise to my comrades
To release us under the radar
The light starts to vanish
And its stories quickly along
As I sunk in the cerulean water I bring with me
Not a single positive memory
Just me and my depressing fingers
