All these years done and said
Sitting here with the dead pain
Remaining in my own game
Agony resisting this timeframe
Never existing out of this shell
Falling deeper into this hell
Never proceeding the gain
Never proceeding the caution
Never proceeding the yield
Always after wealth and personal gain
Never thinking about the name
Time has been passing
Ever since passion lies in the trenches
Falling deeper in this pool
Becoming everyone’s fool
Trying to regain what is mine
Always falling out of life
Trying the pain
Trying the danger
Trying the anger
Trying to conceive
What is mine?
What is yours?
What is ours?
What is the gain?
What is pain?
What is the populous?
What is the yield?
What are the tools?
Tools to my own recapture
Raptured thoughts and broken minds
Breaking this concrete of a heart
Never knowing what was in front
In front of my eyes
Toiling after the prize
The prize that would never be mine
Finding the jewel
Coveting my discovery
Only to remain lost in time
Finding what was really mine
Blinded by the truth
Blinded by faith
Only to be enslaved
Enslaved by haste
Hate and anger lost forever
Smiles never ending
Trusting the truth within
Only finding what?
What I have gained so long ago
