Another day,
One in the same, I can feel in the air.
I can prognosticate, and I'm going somewhere...
And this day is such a waste,
Persuing a bit of a diverse emotion,
A bit of felicity,
... and I savor your endless potion.
Foolish my mentation, for believing I can divert myself,
foolish was I for being young...
and as for walking on this ground...
I have discovered;
this is my line of bound.
And I can't reach your limits, I am afraid.
And I can't discoverer refreshing walls, someone is there...
And my youth?
Another day,
One in the same, around and around same things are there...
I can prognosticate, I'm going NoWhere...
