How many times do I need to lose?
All the missing pieces and the clues.
The paths that are so attrocious
And the memories that seems so precious.
All the puzzling things that it would
The words that make a deep wound.
Celestial bodies that can prove
All the mysteries that still can't move.
Panting for breath, gaping for a thread
Blithe touches into a husky shred.
Freaking out with unsolved cases
That had been solving for more than decades.
Unfolding all the sort of commotions
Uplifting the next generation.
Mysteries that are alike with blackhole
That would make your efforts into crawl.
