South bound, healing hands beneath the clouds

Collect before your time runs out

Taken for how it felt

Gifted or granted, it still was hell

Barely broken, such thick skin

The labels, the love, and the lies we live in

Caught by the bay yielding wave by wave

The youth in me, begins to wane

A force so strong, to become so bold

As the last link between our blood went cold

Equate, recreate

Another year facing the wind

My body can take it but my mind might give in

Not a single point on a fucking globe

Could be far enough from what you call home

Our roads "diverged in a yellow wood

And sorry I could not travel both” of them

Less traveled by

Born to be seen and not be heard

The rain between the rays

Nowhere to hide, nowhere to turn

The sympathy between the honesty

That nobody knows but me

Nobody knows but me

The semantic satiation in my head