Conclusions from a hollow destiny
Pretentious and arrogant dancer from forgotten lands
Future and past, neither are meant to last but words seek to prevail somehow
The random medley of unfinished states of mind
Is everything lost?
What’s lost can be found?
What about all of the rest?
Nothing more than a thin line between greatness and infinite vacuum
Nothing more than the difference between the pain that will emerge and a tear kept in content.