He watched his sanctum mind,
While he was trapped in an abrasive song,
He walked to correct time,
The solemn mystery of the fog...
He wanted to correct the tangibility of a dream,
Dust of obstacles differs from the dust of love,
His actions jinxed his breed,
His path consists of spontaneous rust...
Now why would some one wait,
When they know about the bitter shards they've sown?
Will you mock fate,
Or will you wait for the unravel of the road...
I shall sojourn in this bitter sea,
In the quest to bids farewell,
To part ways with that lost dream,
In the land of love I believe I dwell...
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